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

remained

car

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

from him, Mark inquired in a low

Mark. A faint

felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to

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

underlying message

him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached

graced

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

in his mouth but continued to

to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But

internal struggle did not

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,

Leonel. I need to talk to

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

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

might reconcile 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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has some

to manage them effectively. I’m considering

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

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

away with an understanding

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added,

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to the

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused

the doorway, Mark stood,

work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not

her eyes caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

hushed

at

assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

his eyes, an affectionate

coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

come here just for

“Do you think I am here to deliver

into a contemplative

its warmth,

you not upset when I speak to you

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

younger than I am.

The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

continued, “Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s

poised to resume shooting.

new year approaches,

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

“We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up your

Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities

the studio, a

coat and offer it to

need. I’m not in my

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

Peter opened the car

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

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

of

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

gaze

pleaded, “I want to

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

ruffled his

go ahead. Put

Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door.

point, Waylen had

how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all

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

tea cup sat

tone took on an air of

you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

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

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a

be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he

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

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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