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.

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

gaze remained locked on

the car

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

in a low voice. “Have you regained

Mark. A faint smile graced his

moment, felt a hint of envy. He took

relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and

the underlying message

demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning his

tenderly graced his

queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

unspoken, shrouded in

his lap, retrieved a candy from

mouth but continued to gaze at

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

did

Edwin in his

Leonel. I need to talk

Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

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, could

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

has

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood

As he stepped into the waiting car,

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

halfway. I want

pulled away with

Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll

A pause ensued before

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

winter landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing

heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer

she remained resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark

had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her

caught sight of

their attention to

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

at

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

handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate Light

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

reproach, his tone remained soothing.

come here just for

“Do you think I am here to deliver milk

fell into a

milk tea, she savored its warmth,

when I speak

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

much younger than I am. What’s there to

reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to

was momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined the

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

Cecilia

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

again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

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

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

exited the studio, a

poised to remove his coat and offer it to

I’m not

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

Peter opened the car door for

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

the same time, Cecilia’s

the best of

invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in

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

gaze to

he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his hair and

go ahead. Put on your down

to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted

Waylen had ceased his

at his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship with

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

tea cup sat

tone took on an

you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete

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

milk tea, she approached the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he

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

she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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