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.

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

gaze remained locked

car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained

from Mark. A faint smile graced his

hint of envy. He took a sip of tea

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

underlying message in Waylen’s

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

graced

snow gets heavier, can

remained unspoken,

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

mouth but continued

happy. But

did

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

Leonel. I need to talk to your

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s

yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark

that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked,

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

reply, hushed

family has some

considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh

Mark further. Mark’s

earlier, around two. Waylen

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

gloves, fixed his gaze

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I

with

intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to

ensued before he softly murmured, “I

he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept

engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer

she remained resolutely focused

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

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

caught sight

attention to this gentleman of

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

looked at

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

an affectionate Light

over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided,

of reproach, his tone

here just for

you think I

into a contemplative

tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

I speak to you that

a prolonged moment

am.

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

desire to disrupt the serene

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

the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended

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

was enticing. Cecilia also

place all her hopes

once again? Mark was

smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss

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

the studio,

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

I’m not in

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

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

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

the same time,

best of the situation, eventually completing

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

was engrossed in his laptop, managing

he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s

turned her gaze to her

a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his

go ahead. Put on your down

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

point, Waylen had ceased his

had changed

to retain her innocence,

tea cup sat

tone took on an air of

the milk tea? You seem quite

choosing silence.

quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

flight taken off? Was

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

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back

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