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.

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

gaze remained locked on

car vanished

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained

Mark. A faint

a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of

nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be

underlying message in

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

touch tenderly graced

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

retrieved a candy from

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze

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

internal struggle did not evade

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

and play with Leonel. I need

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

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 turmoil

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed

has

considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh

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

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car,

leather gloves, fixed his gaze

halfway. I want to buy cups

pulled away with

intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

pause ensued before he softly murmured,

end, he simply sighed softly,

with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through,

shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped

remained resolutely focused on checking

Mark stood, his

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

eyes caught

their attention to this gentleman of dignified

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

at

with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot milk

handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

an affectionate

draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently,

a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

come here just

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

into a

she savored its

when I speak to you

on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

am.

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

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

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

resume

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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

could place all her hopes on Mark, she

his promise once again? Mark was

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

Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her

exited the studio, a snowstorm had

poised to remove his coat and offer it to

I’m not

age, it’s best to

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door

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

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the

was engrossed

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating

her gaze

tone, he pleaded, “I

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his hair and

ahead. Put

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

some point, Waylen had ceased his

recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of

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

tea cup sat

took on an air of

buy you the milk tea?

pursed her lips, choosing silence.

stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

“If you’re patient, just wait for him to give

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena.

approached the French window.

taken off?

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

she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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