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.

observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the

gaze remained locked on

car

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark

him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you

from Mark. A faint

moment, felt a hint of envy.

with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything

underlying message

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

touch tenderly graced

queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

unspoken, shrouded

a candy

placed the candy in his mouth

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

internal struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,

I need to talk to your

of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after

Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

has some

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

And make a pit stop halfway.

with an

intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

pause ensued before he

in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant

remained resolutely focused on checking on the

the doorway, Mark

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

eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

at Mark

cups of 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 enjoy some

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

eyes, an affectionate

secured it in place. Gently,

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

you come here just

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

fell into a contemplative

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

when I speak

her for a prolonged moment before

much younger than I am.

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

harbored no desire to disrupt

Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about

the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I.

was enticing. Cecilia

her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes

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

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

said that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

the studio,

offer

not in my

age, it’s best

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

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

emotions deep. At the same

the best of the situation,

for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

turned her gaze to

he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

ruffled his hair

ahead. Put on your down

fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears

some point, Waylen had

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

and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain

milk tea

took on

tea? You

her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just

“Waylen.”

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

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

the French

flight taken off? Was he

Cecilia 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 would

she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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