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.

entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio accompanying

gaze remained locked

car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

a low voice. “Have you regained

A faint smile graced his

a hint of envy. He

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

underlying message in Waylen’s

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

tenderly graced

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can

response remained unspoken, shrouded

candy

mouth but continued to

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

internal struggle did

Edwin in his arms, and patted

and play with Leonel. I need

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

father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen,

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

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

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

has some

struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

around two. Waylen understood

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

off his leather gloves, fixed his

halfway. I want to buy cups of

with an

Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

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

she remained resolutely focused

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to

eyes caught sight

turned their attention to this gentleman of

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

at Mark

“Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given

milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

eyes, an

over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in

his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

here

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

into a

milk tea, she savored its warmth,

when I speak to you

on her for a prolonged moment before a

am. What’s

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

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

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

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

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

broke his promise once again? Mark

tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this

said that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually,

studio, a snowstorm had

his coat and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not in my

with a grin, “At your age,

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

on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old,

the same time,

best of the situation,

invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

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

turned her gaze

gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis

to Edwin, Cecilia

ruffled his hair

Put

Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in

some point, Waylen had ceased

at his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years,

retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His

tea

on an air

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

stubborn this afternoon? Now

“Waylen.”

advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for

with Rena. Cecilia

the French window.

taken off? Was he

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

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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