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 entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a

remained locked on

the car vanished

Mark found Waylen perched

him, Mark inquired in a low

nothing from Mark. A faint

hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to

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

discerned the underlying message in

playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning

touch tenderly graced his

the snow gets heavier, can

unspoken, shrouded in

on his lap, retrieved a candy from his

candy in his mouth but

happy. But

did not

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in

play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

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

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

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark

with Mark still lingering 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

gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has

is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

the heavy snow. As he stepped into the

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

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

with an

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

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

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

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

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

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

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

eyes caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

looked at

Peter distributed cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

his eyes, an affectionate Light

shrugged off his coat and 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 layer of

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

you come here just for

you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these

into a

its

not upset when I speak to you

lingered on her for a prolonged

much younger than I am. What’s there to be

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that

desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember

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

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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

once again? Mark was cognizant

and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus

lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her

Mark exited the studio,

remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not

“At your age, it’s best to take good

gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may

At the same

of

for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

turned her gaze

he pleaded,

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put on

Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment

some point, Waylen

recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all

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

tea cup

on an air of

you the milk tea? You seem

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

quite stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient,

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

approached the French window. Outside, the

taken off? Was he

Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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