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.

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

gaze remained

car vanished

grand hall, Mark found

him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

from Mark. A faint smile

a hint of envy.

you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further

discerned the underlying message in

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

touch tenderly graced his

snow gets heavier, can you

remained unspoken,

his lap, retrieved a candy from

his mouth but continued to gaze

his son happy.

did not evade

taking Edwin in his arms,

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need

Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

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

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and

poured a cup of tea for

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

hushed and

family has some

younger generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

earlier, around two. Waylen

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

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups

with

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

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

in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to the

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

resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark

work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he

eyes caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

at Mark

warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some

handed to

eyes, an affectionate Light

tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

you come here

“Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea

into a contemplative

the milk tea, she savored its

upset when I speak

on her for a prolonged moment before a

I am. What’s there to be upset

reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

to a hush as he continued, “Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting 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 has been

to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and

“Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches,

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

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

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

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

studio,

offer it to Mark, had his

need. I’m not in

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care

his gaffe, Peter opened the car

his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t

deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

gaze to

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

his hair and

ahead. Put on

in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the

point, Waylen had ceased his

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

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

milk tea cup sat

tone took on an air of

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

silence.

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

“Waylen.”

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

with Rena. Cecilia was

she approached the French window.

flight taken off? Was

the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him,

she

The call connected…

back her

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