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.

trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

gaze remained locked on

the car

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you

nothing from Mark. A faint

of envy. He took a

remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything

underlying

about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he

touch tenderly graced

snow gets

unspoken, shrouded

a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

in his mouth but continued to gaze

of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a

internal struggle did

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

Leonel. I need

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

has

struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

around two.

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

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

And make a pit stop halfway. I want

away with an understanding

to visit Cecilia.

pause ensued before

in the end, he simply sighed

winter landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through,

absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark stood, his

for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see

eyes caught sight of

their attention to this

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

looked at

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

handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

eyes, an affectionate Light

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

his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained

here

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

fell into a contemplative

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

not upset when I

a prolonged moment before

much younger than I am.

reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of

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

a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone

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

the new

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

place all her hopes

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

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

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

studio, a snowstorm had

his coat and offer it to

need. I’m not in my

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

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a

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

exerted herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

the couch, Waylen was engrossed

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

turned her gaze

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his

ahead. Put on your down

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

point, Waylen had ceased

at his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed

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

milk tea cup sat

on

tea?

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

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

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

she approached the French window. Outside,

flight taken off? Was he safe

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

she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back

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