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.

observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a

gaze remained

car

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained

A faint smile graced his

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

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

discerned the underlying message

him. His cheeks held

tenderly graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier, can

unspoken, shrouded in

his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it

his mouth but continued

his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude

did not evade

in his arms, and patted

upstairs and play with Leonel. I

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

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 mood, could sense the

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

family has some

them effectively. I’m considering

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

around two. Waylen understood

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s

his gaze forward with

stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

with

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

A pause ensued before he softly

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

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

thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the

remained resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark stood,

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

caught sight

too, turned their attention to this gentleman

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

looked at Mark

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

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

his eyes, an

as he secured it in place. Gently,

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing.

here just for

then quipped, “Do you think I am

fell into a

she savored its warmth, its

I speak to

her for a prolonged

younger than I am. What’s there to

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

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

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

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

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

Cecilia also wanted to

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had

again? Mark was cognizant of

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

Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually,

studio, a snowstorm

remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

not

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

gaffe, Peter

snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with

deep. At the same

of the situation, eventually completing

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

her gaze to her

subdued tone, he pleaded, “I

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put

complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled

Waylen had ceased

Cecilia had changed over the years,

retain her innocence, shielded

milk tea cup sat

on an

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

silence. She

this afternoon? Now you’re moved just

“Waylen.”

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 left alone in

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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