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.

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

remained locked

car

grand hall, Mark found

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

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile

of envy.

you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning

tenderly graced his son’s

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets

response remained unspoken,

on his lap, retrieved a candy from

his mouth but continued to gaze at

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

struggle did

taking Edwin in his arms, and

with Leonel. I need to talk to

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart ached

Edwin already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up this

Mark gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed

has some

generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

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

around two. Waylen understood his

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car,

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

pit stop halfway.

pulled away with an

Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added,

ensued before

he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept

in a thin summer dress. The

remained resolutely focused on

Mark stood, his

for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt

her eyes caught sight

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

at Mark

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 the warm cup, Cecilia

his eyes, an affectionate Light

secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another

tone remained

you come here

then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly

into

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

not upset when I speak

prolonged moment

am. What’s there to be

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

no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

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

to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended

new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do you

Cecilia also

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with

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

discuss this

Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the filming

the studio, a snowstorm

to remove his coat and offer it to

not

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care of

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter

his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

couch, Waylen was engrossed in

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

her gaze to her

pleaded,

debt to Edwin, Cecilia

his

Put on your

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

some point, Waylen had ceased

much Cecilia had changed over the years,

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

tea cup

tone took on an air of

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

choosing silence. She

stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved

“Waylen.”

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

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena.

the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

Mark’s flight taken off?

in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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