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.

to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

remained locked on

car

hall, Mark found

in a low voice. “Have you regained your

A

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

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

the underlying message

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

graced his

queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build

unspoken, shrouded

candy from his pocket, and

mouth but continued to gaze at

in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at the

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

taking Edwin in his

I need to talk

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

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

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your

Mark gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

has some

struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

to push Mark further. Mark’s

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

he stepped into the waiting car,

fixed his gaze forward

And make a pit stop halfway. I want to

pulled away with an understanding

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

ensued before he softly murmured, “I

but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

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

shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

Mark stood, his

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

caught

their attention to

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

looked at

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 cold weather, please

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

his eyes, an affectionate

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

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

come here just for

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea

into

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

I speak to

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before

am. What’s

The gesture bore a gentleness akin

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

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 insistent about taking you to Czanch and cooking

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

murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new

enticing. Cecilia also

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

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

and murmured, “We can discuss this

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

studio, a snowstorm had

offer it to Mark, had his

need. I’m not

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

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

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

At the same

to make the best of the

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

the couch, Waylen was engrossed

tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the

gaze

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

ruffled his

Put on your

their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the

some point, Waylen

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

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

tea cup

tone took on an air

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem

silence.

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved

“Waylen.”

advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the living

approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off?

Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

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