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.

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

remained locked on

the car

Mark found Waylen

from him, Mark inquired in a

from Mark. A

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip

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

discerned the underlying

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy

tenderly graced his son’s

snow gets heavier, can you build

response remained unspoken, shrouded

on his lap, retrieved a candy from

candy in his mouth but continued to

his son happy. But

internal struggle did not evade

in his arms, and patted him

I need to talk

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

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

in the intricacies between Mark

Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

has

generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

Mark further. Mark’s

around two. Waylen understood his

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

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

And make a pit stop halfway. I want to

pulled away with an

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

before he softly murmured, “I

comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

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

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

doorway, Mark stood,

it was essential for

her eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention

speaking in hushed

looked at

with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot milk

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate

it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old

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

here

then quipped, “Do you think I

into a contemplative

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

you not upset when I speak to you

prolonged moment before a smile graced his

younger than I am. What’s there to be upset

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

no desire to disrupt

you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has

the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the

soft 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 also wanted

her hopes on Mark, she also

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus

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

studio,

his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

need. I’m not

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

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

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

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

best of

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

home earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s

her gaze to

tone, he pleaded, “I want to play

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his hair

Put on your

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

point, Waylen

his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for

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

milk tea cup

took on an

milk tea? You seem quite attached

pursed her lips, choosing silence.

you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because

“Waylen.”

With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just

with

the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off?

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

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back her

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