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

gaze remained locked on

car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

a low

nothing from Mark. A

moment, felt a hint of envy. He

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

the underlying

demeanor about him. His cheeks

graced

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

unspoken, shrouded in

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

candy in his mouth but continued to gaze

in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

momentary pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he

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 turmoil

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

has

considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease on

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the early

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy

with

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

ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

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

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

stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment

she remained resolutely

doorway, Mark stood,

insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to

her eyes caught sight

attention to

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

looked at

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

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

his eyes, an affectionate Light

shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer of

words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

here just for

think I am here to

fell into

savored its warmth,

upset when I speak to you that

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

much younger than I am. What’s there to

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

to a hush as 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 to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch and cooking nutritious food

cameras were poised to resume

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year

was enticing. Cecilia

her hopes on Mark, she

if Mark broke his promise once again?

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

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer.

Mark exited the studio, a

offer it to Mark, had

not in

grin, “At your age,

his gaffe, Peter opened the car

he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the

crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to dine

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

her gaze to

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

ruffled his

go ahead. Put on your

complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment

some point, Waylen

sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship with

matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her

milk tea

tone took on an

the milk tea? You

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a

be with Rena. Cecilia was left

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

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

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

back her

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