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.

to the car. Her assistant occupied the

gaze remained

car vanished from

Mark found Waylen perched on a

inquired in a low voice.

nothing from Mark. A

hint of envy. He took

nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

tenderly graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier, can you build

remained unspoken, shrouded in

his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

did not

taking Edwin in

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk to

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

a

the intricacies between Mark

in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

family has

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

around two.

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

his gaze

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want

with

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

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

he simply sighed

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

shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

Mark

it was essential for her

her eyes caught sight

attention to

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

looked at Mark

“Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot milk

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

an

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

tone remained soothing.

come here

quipped, “Do you think I am here

into a

its warmth,

I speak to you

a prolonged moment before a

younger than I am. What’s

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that

Cecilia harbored no desire

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

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

it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin,

enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

again? Mark was cognizant of

hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up your

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare.

exited the studio, a

offer it to Mark,

I’m not

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

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car

Mark 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

his emotions deep. At the same time,

of

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

was engrossed in his laptop,

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

turned her gaze

tone, he pleaded,

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his hair

ahead. Put on your

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

point, Waylen had ceased

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

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

milk tea cup sat

on an air

tea? You seem quite

lips, choosing silence. She feared

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

“Waylen.”

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

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with

approached the French window. Outside,

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he

the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she

she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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