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.

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

remained locked on

the car

hall, Mark found

a low voice. “Have you

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile

for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He

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

underlying message

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

touch tenderly graced his son’s

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

unspoken, shrouded

a candy from his pocket, and presented it

mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

did

taking Edwin in

with Leonel. I need to talk

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood,

between Mark and

poured a cup of

pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed

has some

struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

push Mark further. Mark’s departure

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze

studio. And make a pit stop halfway.

pulled away with an understanding

Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

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

engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of

she remained resolutely focused on checking on

doorway, Mark

work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not

her eyes caught

too, turned their attention to

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

at

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

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup,

eyes, an affectionate Light

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

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

come here just

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

into a

its warmth,

upset when I speak to

her for a prolonged moment before a smile

I am. What’s

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

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

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

his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet,

your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go

enticing. Cecilia

hesitations persisted. While she could place all her

again? Mark was cognizant

smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later.

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

exited the studio, a snowstorm

offer it to Mark, had his offer

not

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

Peter opened the car door for

“True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide

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

to make the best of the situation, eventually

dinner, her assistant, ever

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

engrossed in his laptop,

here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly

her gaze to

and in a subdued tone, he pleaded,

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his

ahead. Put on your

out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears

point, Waylen had

sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all

longed for her to retain

milk tea cup

tone took on

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

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

“Waylen.”

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

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

approached the French window. Outside, the

taken off?

regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him,

she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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