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 young boy

remained

car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

in a low voice. “Have

nothing from Mark. A

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy.

you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project

the underlying message in Waylen’s

him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he

tenderly graced

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build

remained unspoken,

candy from his pocket, and presented it

candy in his mouth

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

Edwin in his arms, and patted

and play with Leonel. I need to talk

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

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, attuned to Mark’s

intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

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

Mark gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

has

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

Mark further. Mark’s departure was

around two. Waylen

Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the

fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

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

pulled away with

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

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

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling

stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one

remained resolutely focused

doorway, Mark stood, his

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

eyes caught sight

turned their attention to this

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

at Mark

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

to Cecilia. Clasping

eyes, an affectionate

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

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

come here

his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these

into

she savored its warmth, its comfort

I speak to you that

for a prolonged moment before a

I am. What’s

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

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

snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for

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

your breaks. As the new year approaches,

Cecilia also wanted

her hopes on Mark, she also had

again? Mark was cognizant of

can discuss this later. For

Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

to remove his coat and offer it

need. I’m not in

a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care of your

Peter opened the

chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t

emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s

make the best of the situation,

assistant, ever adept with people, personally

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow

the couch, Waylen was engrossed

said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

her gaze to her

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his

ahead. Put on your down

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

some point, Waylen had ceased his

Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the

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

milk tea cup sat

tone took on an air

you the milk tea? You seem quite

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

remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just

“Waylen.”

cared for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient,

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

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

flight taken off?

in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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