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

remained

car vanished from

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

inquired in a low voice. “Have

Mark. A

a hint of envy. He took a sip of

remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be

underlying message in

playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as

tenderly graced

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build a

unspoken, shrouded in

a candy from his pocket, and

the candy in his mouth but continued

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

struggle did not

Edwin in his arms, and

Leonel. I need

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

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

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup

pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed

has some

manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

out earlier, around two. Waylen

the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist

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

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

with an understanding

was well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed

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

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

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to the

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

remained resolutely

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not

eyes caught sight of

their attention to this gentleman of dignified

hushed

at

cups of milk 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 some hot milk

handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate Light

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

reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

here just for

I am here to deliver milk tea to these

fell into a

its

upset when I speak

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged

younger than I am. What’s there to

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

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,

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

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

was enticing. Cecilia

she could place all her hopes on

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

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

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

studio,

offer it to Mark, had

I’m not

your age, it’s best to take

gaffe, Peter opened the car door

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

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

engrossed in

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

turned her gaze to

a subdued tone, he pleaded,

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

his hair and

go ahead. Put on your down

out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door.

some point, Waylen

how much Cecilia had changed over

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

milk tea

tone took on

buy you the milk tea?

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

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

“Waylen.”

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

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia

approached the

Mark’s flight taken off?

day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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