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

remained

the car

hall, Mark found Waylen perched

him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you

Mark. A faint smile

felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask

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

the underlying message in

a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy

tenderly graced his

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier,

response remained unspoken, shrouded

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

candy in his mouth but continued to

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

struggle did not

taking Edwin in his arms, and

and play with Leonel. I need

Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

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

between Mark and Cecilia.

reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What

gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed

has some

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

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

stepped into the waiting car,

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want

pulled away with an

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

ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

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

a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

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

she remained resolutely

the doorway, Mark stood, his

had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although

her eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

looked at

Evans has come to check on

to Cecilia. Clasping the

an affectionate

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

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

here just for

you think I am here

into

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

when I speak to you that

for a prolonged moment before a

much younger than I am. What’s there

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

Cecilia harbored no desire to

and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch and cooking

perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting.

As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

While she could place all her hopes on Mark,

again? Mark was cognizant of

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

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her

studio, a snowstorm had

and offer it to

need. I’m not in my

your age, it’s best to take good

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

Mark settled in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be

the same

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

ever adept with people, personally paid for

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown

engrossed

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

her gaze to her

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

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his hair

ahead. Put

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

point, Waylen had

much Cecilia had changed

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

milk tea

on an air of

the milk tea? You seem quite attached

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup

“Waylen.”

for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient,

with Rena. Cecilia was left

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside,

flight taken off? Was

Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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