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.

entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a

remained

car

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

inquired in a low

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

moment, felt a hint of envy.

nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any

underlying message

His cheeks held a rosy hue as he

touch tenderly graced

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

mouth but

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

struggle did not

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s

companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to

the intricacies between Mark and

heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for

teacup, Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has some

to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy

with

visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

pause ensued before he

comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly,

a blanket of snow. Chilling

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

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on

doorway, Mark stood,

that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark

her eyes caught sight

too, turned their attention to

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

at

tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the

of steaming milk tea was handed to

his eyes, an affectionate

his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently,

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

you come here

quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly

into a

tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

you not upset when I speak to

prolonged moment

I am. What’s

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

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

to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it

a soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year

was enticing. Cecilia also

her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with

once again? Mark was cognizant

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

that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

exited the studio, a snowstorm

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his offer

I’m not in

grin, “At your age,

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter

“True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing

assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown

Waylen was engrossed in

Edwin’s

turned her gaze to her

and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I

Edwin, Cecilia

his hair and

Put on your down

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

Waylen

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

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

tea

on an air

tea? You seem quite attached to

her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give

with Rena. Cecilia was

approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

Mark’s flight taken off?

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

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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