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.

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

gaze remained locked on

car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

inquired in a low

A faint

a hint of envy. He

you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly

underlying message

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

graced his son’s

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with

remained unspoken, shrouded in

a candy

in his mouth but continued to

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

did not

taking Edwin in his

upstairs and play with Leonel. I

momentary pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

five years old, Edwin already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up

gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has

to manage them effectively. I’m considering

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen

the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

with an

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

ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe

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

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

was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of

remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark

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

eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

speaking in hushed tones,

looked at Mark

distributed cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

his eyes, an

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

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing.

come here just

quipped, “Do you think I am

fell into a

its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

not upset when I speak to you

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

much younger than I am. What’s there to

her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

voice dipped to a 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

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

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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on

again?

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

a bit longer. Opportunities

studio, a

offer it to

I’m not in

age, it’s

his gaffe, Peter opened the car

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

deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s

make the best of

her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

Edwin’s

her gaze

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

his

Put

their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in

point, Waylen had ceased his

changed over the years, all for the sake of her

retain

milk tea cup

took on

you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

lips, choosing silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

“If you’re patient, just wait

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

Mark’s flight taken off? Was

Cecilia regretted their conflict 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

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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