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, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied

remained locked

the car

Mark found Waylen perched on

Mark inquired in a low voice.

from Mark. A faint smile graced his

of envy. He took a sip of tea to

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

the underlying message in

him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s

graced

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

remained unspoken, shrouded in

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy

mouth

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

internal struggle did

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,

and play with Leonel. I need

graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

to spend more than a few days with

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

cup of

pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has

I’m considering revitalizing these ventures,

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

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car,

his

And make a pit stop halfway.

away with an understanding

intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

pause ensued before he softly

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

of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to the

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for

caught

attention to this gentleman

hushed tones,

looked at

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

milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

his eyes, an affectionate Light

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

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

here

his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

into

savored its

you not upset when I speak to you

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before

I am.

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined the

a soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

and murmured, “We can discuss this

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

exited the studio, a

and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not in

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

gaffe, Peter opened

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

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

make the best of the situation, eventually completing

invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

raising his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly

gaze to

he pleaded, “I want to

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

his

go ahead. Put on your

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

some point, Waylen had

Cecilia had changed over

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

tea cup

took on an

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

silence. She feared her

a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you

“Waylen.”

advised, “If you’re patient, just

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena.

tea, she approached the French window.

flight taken off? Was he

had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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