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

remained

car

grand hall, Mark found

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

A faint smile graced

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy.

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

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly

touch tenderly graced

his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

response remained unspoken, shrouded

on his lap, retrieved a candy

his mouth but continued

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

did not

in his

Leonel. I need to talk

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

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

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

family has some

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

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

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

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

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

pulled away with an understanding

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

weight. A pause ensued before

but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

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

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

remained resolutely focused

Mark stood, his

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

eyes caught sight of

turned their attention

in hushed

at

Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

an affectionate Light

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

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

you come here

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here

fell into a

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

upset when I speak to

prolonged moment before

much younger than I am. What’s there to be upset

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

harbored no desire to disrupt

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

cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the

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

Cecilia also

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

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

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

Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see

exited the studio, a snowstorm had

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not

age, it’s best to take good care

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

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 complete

emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s

exerted herself 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.

However, upon reaching the villa

Waylen was engrossed

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

her gaze to her

pleaded, “I want to

Cecilia couldn’t bring

ruffled his hair

ahead. Put on your down

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

point, Waylen had ceased his

had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship with

for her to retain her innocence,

milk tea cup

tone took on an air

milk tea? You seem quite attached to

lips, choosing silence.

glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved

“Waylen.”

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

to be with Rena.

milk tea, she approached the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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