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.

car. Her assistant occupied

gaze remained locked on

car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

A

for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea

if you’re considering relinquishing everything

underlying

His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning his

graced his

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

response remained unspoken,

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from

placed the candy in his mouth but

in the joy of making his son happy. But

did not evade

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

I need

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart

as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup

gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s

hushed and

family has

considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh

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

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

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

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

with

Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

A pause ensued before he

he simply sighed

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark stood,

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

eyes caught

their attention to this

speaking in hushed tones, queried

at Mark

Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot

of steaming milk tea was handed to

an affectionate Light

secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer

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

you come here just

I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly

fell into a

savored its warmth,

upset when I speak

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a

younger than I am. What’s

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

of and him. He’s prone to fever.

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

for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s

enticing. Cecilia

While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

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

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

the studio,

to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

not

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age,

gaffe, Peter opened

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

his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

exerted herself to make the best of the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

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

her gaze

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his

ahead. Put on your

to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s

Waylen

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

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

milk tea cup sat

tone took on an air

you the milk tea? You seem

lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

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

“Waylen.”

With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family.

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

she approached the

flight taken off? Was

the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free.

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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