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.

assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely

gaze remained locked on

car

Mark

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

Mark. A faint smile graced

envy. He took a sip of tea

perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t

the underlying message

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

touch tenderly graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier, can

response remained unspoken,

a candy from his pocket,

the candy in his mouth but

for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to

struggle did

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

I need to

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

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

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

family has

effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them

Mark’s departure

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

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

fixed his

studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

with an understanding

visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them

in the end, he

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept

stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her

resolutely focused on checking on

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark

caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

looked 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

steaming milk tea was handed to

his eyes, an affectionate

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

tone remained soothing. Cecilia

come here

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

fell into

savored its warmth, its comfort

upset when I

for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

am. What’s

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

of 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 cooking nutritious food for

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

new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch,

enticing. Cecilia

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

once again?

hair and murmured, “We can discuss

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her

exited the studio, a snowstorm

his coat and offer

I’m not in my

your age, it’s best to take good care

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door

in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t

the same time,

make the best of the situation, eventually

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

engrossed in his laptop,

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

her gaze to her

gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded,

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair and

ahead. Put on

snowball fight. Laughter and

point, Waylen had

recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the

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

milk tea cup sat

took on an air

Mark buy you the milk tea?

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

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

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

approached the French window.

flight taken off? Was he safe

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 have spent more time

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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