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

remained locked

the car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

Mark inquired in a low voice.

Mark. A

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 is nearly done, and there

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached

tenderly graced his

with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with

remained unspoken, shrouded

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it

placed the candy in his mouth

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

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

out, taking Edwin in his arms,

Leonel. I need

momentary pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

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

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between

poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s

hushed and

family has some

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

not to push Mark further. Mark’s

he set out earlier, around two.

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the

off his leather gloves, fixed his

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

away with an

Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

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

Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing

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

resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark stood,

appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark

her eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

at

explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

an

shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I

words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

you come here just for

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

into a contemplative

its

when I speak

for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

younger than I am. What’s there to be

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

dipped to a hush as he continued, “Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a 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 been insistent about

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

relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin,

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark,

promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

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

should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so

the studio, a snowstorm

offer it to Mark, had his offer

not in my

grin, “At your age,

Peter opened the car

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

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

make the best of the situation, eventually

crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the

turned her gaze

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

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

tenderly ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put on your

their snowball fight. Laughter

some point, Waylen had

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

to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

tea

tone took on an

the milk tea? You

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

remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him

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

the

Mark’s flight taken off?

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

she

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