A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1451-1460

Juliette and Korbyn, accustomed to their affection, barely blinked at the display downstairs.

Yet, another figure was present.

It was Mark.

Snow dusted the man as he entered, his gaze capturing the charged scene. His scoff dripped with sarcasm as he said, “Ah, Waylen, age hasn’t diminished your romance.”

Unbeknownst to all, Waylen’s memories had fully returned.

Seating Rena gently, Waylen said with a smile, “Mark, I’m only 35.”

Mark’s unease was palpable.

Waylen’s gaze shifted to Edwin, perched at the table. Edwin’s timidity had thus far hindered him from addressing Mark as Dad.

With a gentle stroke of Edwin’s head, Waylen inquired.

“Your great uncle is here. Why not greet him?”

Edwin, his voice a soft murmur, addressed Mark as great uncle.

Mark’s hand ruffled Edwin’s hair as he chuckled.

A searching Look passed between Mark and Waylen. Concealment might work with others, but not with Mark. Did Waylen have something on his mind?

Mark didn’t make it clear when Waylen wanted to spice things up.

He skillfully steered the conversation while seated beside Cecilia. His voice hushed, he explained, “I’ve been swamped Lately. I only have a short break, so I came to see you. I’ve got a flight to catch later.”

Should he miss the plane, a long car ride would await.

Cecilia, her response unvoiced, remained silent.

Months prior, Mark had prepared a house for them. At the time, Cecilia had been ready to accept his proposal, the pain of the past seemingly abated. Yet, constant work had forestalled their happiness.

Endless waiting had gradually eroded her faith.

Mark understood, yet the present setting allowed no room for such discussions.

As the family savored dinner and conversation flowed, Waylen’s attentiveness to Rena struck Mark’s heart with a pang of envy of having a complete family. Despite their trials, they remained united.

Mark longed for the same with Cecilia.

A hint of solitude crept over him.

Edwin fetched a morsel of food for Mark, urging, “Dad, let’s eat.”

Mark’s heart softened. A tender touch graced his son’s shoulder, before his gaze sought Cecilia’s.

Cecilia feigned ignorance.

As dinner concluded, Cecilia readied herself for a commercial shoot, her assistant waiting in the car.

Mark, positioned within the bathroom, obstructed her path.

He Looked at her stunning face, and his voice emerged hoarse, a plea tinged with urgency.

“Can’t you adjust your schedule? We have such a rare opportunity to meet.”

Cecilia, tending to her Lipstick, turned and Lightly pushed him. “I’LL be late.”

Mark persisted.

He enclosed her within his arm, Locking the bathroom door behind them.

Cecilia’s efforts to resist were futile.

She leaned against the wall, her gaze distant.

Soft-spoken words drifted from her lips, laden with an undertone of resignation. “Mark, you’re always consumed by obligations. You probably can’t even recall our son’s birthday. I know in your eyes, my work is unimportant, so I should cooperate with you unconditionally. If I have to put off my work once you come, do you know how many favors I will owe others? Mark, you won’t think about it at all. You don’t care about my feelings at all.”

Emotions perhaps unrevealed, Cecilia voiced her thoughts, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Enriching herself seemed wiser than waiting for Mark.

Edwin needed her guidance too.

Mark’s gaze was profound.

He stood defenseless, recognizing that the young girl who once clung to him had matured significantly.

But he longed for the simplicity she had exuded.

Cecilia’s melancholy registered. She was loath to quarrel with him.

Her head bowed, a whisper broke from her lips. “I’m leaving. When will you leave?” She shifted her focus to Edwin, her voice softening. “If you have time, accompany Edwin to play. At his age, he should be in kindergarten. You can’t imagine how much he envies Alexis and Leonel.”

Mark’s heart twinged.

Cecilia’s departure was forestalled by Mark’s grasp, his hand producing a cigarette.

Only half of it was smoked before it was snuffed out.

His Lips descended upon hers in a deep, intense kiss, laden with a yearning that lingered in the air.

Initially resistant, Cecilia’s resistance gradually softened.

But her eyes glistened with tears.

Mark desisted, his forehead meeting hers, his touch tender as he smoothed her dress.

He had failed her, burdening her with enough pain.

The year’s end loomed with a looming project deadline, yet Mark shied away from making promises he feared he couldn’t keep.

After a lengthy silence, he murmured, “Don’t let Edwin see this. He might think I’m picking on you.”

Cecilia’s frustration materialized in a playful punch to his shoulder.

Pushing the door ajar, she departed.

her entrance to the car. Her assistant

gaze remained locked

the car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

him, Mark inquired in a

A

felt a hint of envy. He

magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project

discerned the underlying

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side,

touch tenderly graced his son’s

snow gets heavier, can you build a

response remained unspoken, shrouded

his lap, retrieved a candy from his

mouth but

bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart,

struggle did

Edwin in his

Leonel. I

graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

to spend more than a few days

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

reply, hushed

has some

I’m considering revitalizing these ventures,

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the

fixed his

a pit stop halfway. I want

with

was well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed

A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed

winter landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to

in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her

she remained resolutely focused on

doorway, Mark stood, his

asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt

eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this gentleman

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

at

smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given

milk tea was handed to

his eyes, an affectionate Light

as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t

of reproach, his tone remained soothing.

come here just

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

into

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

you not upset when I speak to you that

a prolonged

I am.

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

no desire to disrupt the

dipped to a hush as he continued, “Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have

the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined

breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch,

Cecilia also

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up your

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to

the studio, a snowstorm had

coat and offer

not in my

grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door

away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

of the situation, eventually completing

dinner, her assistant, ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching

was engrossed in his laptop, managing

said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been

turned her gaze to her

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

ruffled his

ahead. Put

Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the

some point, Waylen had

he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship

become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell to

tea

took on

you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

her a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family.

ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

the French window. Outside, the snowfall

flight taken off? Was he

taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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