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

remained locked on

the car vanished

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

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

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

a hint of envy. He took a sip of

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

underlying

him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s

tenderly graced his son’s

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build a

unspoken,

lap, retrieved a candy from

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart,

struggle did

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

play with Leonel. I need to talk

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

already yearned for his 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

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

still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark,

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

has

generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

out earlier, around two. Waylen

the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist

fixed his gaze forward

stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

pulled away with an understanding

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 owe them too

the end, he simply sighed

Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing

the studio, the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin

resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

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

caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

looked at

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

milk tea was handed to

an affectionate Light

coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

here just

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

into a contemplative

savored its warmth,

upset when I speak to you

prolonged moment before a

am. What’s there to be

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

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have

then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the

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

Cecilia also

persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

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

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

studio,

offer it to Mark,

need. I’m not

grin, “At your age, it’s best

gaffe, Peter opened the car door

snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be

the same

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

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching

the couch, Waylen was engrossed

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the

gaze

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put on

Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled

point, Waylen had

changed over the

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

tea cup sat

tone took on an air of

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

choosing silence. She feared

a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved

“Waylen.”

not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a

be with Rena. Cecilia was

the French window.

off? Was

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

she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back

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