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 assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

remained locked

car vanished

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

in a low voice. “Have you

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint

moment, felt a hint of envy. He took

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

the underlying message in

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

touch tenderly graced his son’s

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

unspoken,

a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to

happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention

did not evade

out, taking Edwin in his

I need to talk to your

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

had failed to spend more than a few days with him.

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

has

considering

push Mark further. Mark’s departure

two. Waylen understood his

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

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

pulled away with an

Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added,

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before

but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

studio, the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded,

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on

the doorway, Mark stood,

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

eyes caught

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

at

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

was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

an

he secured it in place. Gently, he

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

come here

quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk

fell into a

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

not upset when I speak to you

prolonged moment before a smile

am. What’s there

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

he continued, “Wrap 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

the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

breaks. As the new year

enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

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

again?

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

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

his coat and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not in

grin, “At your age, it’s best to take

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door

Mark settled in, he brushed away the 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 a

At the same time, Cecilia’s

of the situation,

crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

her gaze

a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel

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

his hair

Put

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

Waylen had ceased his

he recognized how much Cecilia had changed

Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

tea cup

on an

tea? You seem

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re patient, just

ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

Mark’s flight taken off?

her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have

she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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