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 occupied the front,

gaze remained locked on

car vanished

Mark found Waylen perched

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

A faint smile

envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

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

discerned the underlying

stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held

graced his son’s

with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets

remained unspoken, shrouded in

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his

candy in his mouth

joy of making his son happy. But he needed to

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

taking Edwin in his arms, and

play with Leonel. I need to talk

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood,

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between

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

gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

reply, hushed

family has some

considering

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

halfway.

with

that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

weight. A pause ensued before he

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

blanket of snow. Chilling

stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused

Mark stood, his gaze

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

her eyes caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

at Mark

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

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

his eyes, an affectionate

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

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

here

“Do you think I am here to

fell into a contemplative

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

you not upset when I speak to you

for a prolonged moment

than I am. What’s there

her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

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

to resume shooting.

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

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

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

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark

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

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

the studio, a snowstorm

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his offer

need. I’m not in my

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

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I

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

the best of the situation, eventually completing

she declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

gaze to

hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his hair and

ahead. Put on your down

join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears

point, Waylen had ceased

how much Cecilia had changed over

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

milk tea

took on

Mark buy you the milk tea?

lips, choosing silence.

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

“Waylen.”

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

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

she approached the French window. Outside, the

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

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

she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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