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.

the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young

remained

the car vanished

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

inquired in a low voice.

A

envy. He took a sip of tea to

casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

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

touch tenderly graced his

the snow gets

unspoken,

a candy from

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to

too yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he

internal struggle did not evade

Edwin in his arms, and

I need to talk

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 him a snowball fight. Waylen,

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

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

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and

has some

I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure

earlier, around two.

As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist

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

And make a pit stop halfway. I

away with an

that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

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

in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

of snow. Chilling gusts swept

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

she remained resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her

eyes caught sight of

attention to this

hushed tones, queried

looked at Mark

“Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given

handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

his eyes, an affectionate Light

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

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

here just

you think I am here

into a

its warmth, its

you not upset when I speak to

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

am. What’s there to be

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

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

care of 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 nutritious food

the cameras were poised to resume

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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her

if Mark broke his promise once again?

murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now,

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

to remove his coat and offer it

I’m not in my

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

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

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

the same

exerted herself to make the best of the situation, eventually

her assistant, ever

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the

engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

gaze to her

he pleaded, “I want to play with

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his

go ahead. Put

complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

point, Waylen had

silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed

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

milk tea cup

took on an air

the milk tea? You seem quite attached

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

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

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

the

flight taken off? Was he safe

their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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