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.

to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio accompanying

gaze remained locked

car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark

inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained

from Mark. A faint smile

felt a hint of envy. He took

considering relinquishing everything for

underlying message in

down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

touch tenderly graced his son’s

queried, “When the snow gets heavier,

unspoken, shrouded in

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

internal struggle did

in his arms, and patted

and play with Leonel. I

features. Nevertheless, he obediently

spend more than a few

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

cup of tea

Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed and

has some

considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease

Mark’s departure was scheduled

around two. Waylen

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

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

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

pulled away with

was well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to see

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

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth

adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to the

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

she remained resolutely focused on checking on

doorway, Mark stood,

was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to

caught sight of

attention to this gentleman

Mark and, speaking in hushed

looked at Mark

warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

eyes, an affectionate

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

his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing.

here

I am here to deliver milk tea

fell into a

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

upset when I speak to you

on her for a prolonged moment before a

I am. What’s

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

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

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

then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward

“Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

could place all her hopes on Mark, she

broke his promise once again? Mark was

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

Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

exited the studio, a

and offer it to Mark, had

I’m not

grin, “At your age,

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

“True, I

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same

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

her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

gaze

pleaded, “I want to

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his hair and

Put on

their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the

Waylen had ceased his

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

longed for her to retain her

milk tea cup sat

took on an air

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

her lips, choosing silence. She feared

remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

advised, “If you’re patient, just

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

tea, she approached the French

Mark’s flight taken off? Was

Edwin when he was free. If she

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back

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