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, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy

gaze remained locked

the car vanished

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found

inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained

A

a hint of envy. He took a

nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is

the underlying

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

tenderly graced his son’s

brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets

response remained unspoken, shrouded

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to

making his son happy.

struggle did

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,

with Leonel. I need to

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

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 snowball fight.

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

a cup of tea

gazed pensively at

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

family has some

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time.

fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

halfway. I want to buy cups of

away with an

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

weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

a blanket of snow. Chilling

was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment

remained resolutely

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

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

her eyes caught sight

turned their attention to this gentleman

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

looked at

Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler.

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

an affectionate Light

secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

here just for

I am here to deliver milk

fell into

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

not upset when I speak to you that

a prolonged moment before a smile

younger than I am.

he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt 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

his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl

breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

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

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

and murmured, “We can discuss

a bit longer.

studio, a snowstorm had

his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

need. I’m not in

a grin, “At your age, it’s

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter

his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be

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

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

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed

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

gaze to her

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his hair and

go ahead. Put on your

join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open

point, Waylen had

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

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

milk tea cup

tone took on

the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

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

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

approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off?

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

she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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