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.

car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio

remained

the car

grand hall, Mark

a low voice.

from Mark. A faint smile graced his

moment, felt a hint of envy. He

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

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

His cheeks held a

touch tenderly graced

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier,

response remained unspoken, shrouded

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in his

I need to talk to

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

old, Edwin already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping

Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

has some

to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

around two.

into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the early

leather gloves, fixed his

stop halfway. I want to buy

pulled away with an understanding

that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia.

before he softly murmured, “I owe

comfort, but in the end, he

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

stood in a thin summer dress. The moment

biting cold, she remained resolutely

Mark stood, his gaze

it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad

her eyes caught sight

attention to this

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

looked at

assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check

to

his eyes, an

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

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

you come here just

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

into a contemplative

its warmth, its comfort

you not upset when I speak to you that

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before

than I am. What’s there

out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch

poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark.

murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I.

was enticing. Cecilia

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

promise once again?

“We can discuss this

lingered a bit longer. Opportunities

Mark exited the studio, a

offer

need. I’m not

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

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True,

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

make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

for dinner, her assistant, ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

turned her gaze to

he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in

Cecilia couldn’t

ruffled his hair

Put on

fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in

some point, Waylen had ceased his

changed over the years, all for the sake

her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His

tea cup sat

tone took on

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

silence. She feared her brother’s possible

this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he

“Waylen.”

advised, “If you’re patient,

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

approached the French window.

off?

time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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