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

remained locked on

car

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark

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

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip

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

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held

graced his

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build

response remained unspoken,

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy

his mouth but continued to

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

did not evade Waylen’s

out, taking Edwin in his arms,

I need

graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

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

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and

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

Mark gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed and

has some

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

Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

the waiting car,

fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

stop halfway. I want

away with an understanding

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

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before

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

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

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused

Mark stood, his

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

her eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

looked at

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

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

his eyes, an affectionate Light

coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer

carried a hint of reproach, his tone

you come here

quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk

fell into

its warmth, its

upset when I speak to you that

her for a prolonged moment before a smile

than I am. What’s there to be upset

The gesture

desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

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

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

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

Cecilia

she could place all her hopes on

again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

murmured, “We can discuss this later. For

Yet, he lingered a bit longer.

Mark exited the studio, a

poised to remove his coat and offer

need. I’m not

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

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but

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

exerted herself to make the best of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the

engrossed in

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

her gaze to

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want

to Edwin, Cecilia

his hair

Put on your

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

Waylen had

had changed over the years, all

Waylen longed for her to retain

milk tea

on

milk tea?

choosing silence. She feared her

sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you

“Waylen.”

to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t stop

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

she approached the French window. Outside, the

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he

the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back her

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