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.

assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

gaze remained locked on

car vanished from

the villa’s grand hall, Mark

a low voice. “Have

A faint smile

felt a hint of envy.

considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is

discerned the underlying

demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

tenderly graced his son’s

snow gets heavier,

response remained unspoken, shrouded

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

his mouth

happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude

struggle did not

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

with Leonel. I

tender features. Nevertheless, he

Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with

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

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

has some

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

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

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

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

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

with

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

a weight. A pause ensued before he softly

in the end, he simply sighed

with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through,

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

remained resolutely focused on checking on the

Mark

had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb

eyes caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention to

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

at Mark

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

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

his eyes, an

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

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing.

you come here

quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to

into a

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

I speak to you that

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile

I am. What’s there to

her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

no desire to

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

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

your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I.

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she

again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

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

he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the filming

studio, a snowstorm

to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his offer

need. I’m not in my

a grin, “At your age, it’s

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

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

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

exerted herself to make the best of

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

turned her gaze

and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

tenderly ruffled his hair and

ahead. Put on

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

Waylen had ceased

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

longed for her to retain her innocence,

tea cup sat

on an air of

milk tea? You seem quite attached to

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

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

“Waylen.”

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

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

she approached the

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was

she

The call connected…

back her

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