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, a

remained locked

car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen

in a low voice.

Mark. A faint smile graced his

envy. He

“Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

graced his son’s

brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier,

unspoken,

his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

mouth but

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

did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in his arms, and

play with Leonel. I need to talk to

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

than a few days with him. He couldn’t

intervening in the intricacies between Mark

still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

embracing 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

his gaze forward with his

studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy

away with an

Evans intended to visit Cecilia.

ensued before he

the end, he simply sighed softly,

adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

studio, the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark stood,

had asserted that 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

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

looked at

tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold

to

eyes, an affectionate Light

it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you

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

you come here just

his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here

fell into a contemplative

its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

when I

for a prolonged moment

than I am. What’s there to be upset

he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

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

then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat

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

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

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

a bit longer. Opportunities to

exited the studio,

offer it to Mark,

not in

a grin, “At your age, it’s best

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my

his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood

make the best of the

ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

gaze

gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in the

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

tenderly ruffled his

go ahead. Put

Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment

Waylen had ceased

sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years,

Waylen longed for her to retain

milk tea cup sat

on an air

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite

silence.

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

“Waylen.”

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

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

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

off?

the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper

she

The call connected…

back her

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