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.

assistant occupied the front, a young

remained

car vanished

grand hall, Mark found Waylen

inquired in a low voice. “Have

Mark. A faint smile graced his

felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to

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

underlying message

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

tenderly graced

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can

remained unspoken, shrouded in

candy

in his mouth but continued to gaze

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

internal struggle did not

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart

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

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark

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

gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has some

struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

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

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

Edwin, 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 early

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

And make a pit stop halfway. I want to

with

that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed

weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

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

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

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

remained resolutely focused on

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see her

eyes caught sight of

their attention to this gentleman

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

looked at

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

to Cecilia.

his eyes, an affectionate Light

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

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

you come here just for

I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly

fell into

tea, she savored its

upset when I

her for a prolonged moment

younger than I am. What’s there to

out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

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 taking you to Czanch and cooking nutritious food for

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

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

Cecilia also

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

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

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

the studio, a

offer

I’m not

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

gaffe, Peter opened the car door

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

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

to make the best of the situation, eventually

ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been

turned her gaze to her

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his hair and

Put

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

some point, Waylen had ceased his

had changed over the

matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her

tea cup sat

tone took on an air

tea? You

choosing silence.

afternoon? Now you’re

“Waylen.”

With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait

be with Rena. Cecilia was

tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

flight taken off? Was he

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

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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