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.

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

gaze remained locked

the car vanished

Mark found Waylen

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

nothing from Mark. A faint smile

of envy.

a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is

underlying

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side,

touch tenderly graced his

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with

unspoken,

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

in his mouth

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

did not evade

in his

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk

tender features. Nevertheless,

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

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

cup of tea for Mark, After a

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has

to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

around two. Waylen understood his

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

fixed his

make a pit stop halfway. I want to

away with

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

carried a weight. A pause ensued before he

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

Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to the

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

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark stood, his

essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see

her eyes caught

their attention to this

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

at

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

tea was handed to

his eyes, an affectionate

touch tender as he secured it in

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained

come here just for

quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to

into a

she savored its warmth, its comfort

upset when I speak to

a prolonged moment before a smile

than I am. What’s there to

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone

heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and

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

Cecilia also wanted to

all her

once again?

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

he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

the studio, a

offer it to

I’m not

your age, it’s best to take good care of

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child

deep. At the same

best of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

home earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and

engrossed in his laptop, managing

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been

her gaze to

a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair

Put on your down

complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter

Waylen had

changed over the years,

retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell to

milk tea cup

took on an air of

Mark buy you the milk tea? You

pursed her lips, choosing silence.

remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just

“Waylen.”

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

ascended the stairs to be with Rena.

tea, she approached the

flight taken off? Was he safe

Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back her

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