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,

gaze remained locked on

car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained

from Mark. A

envy. He took a sip of tea to

remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project

discerned the underlying message in

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning his

graced his

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

remained unspoken,

lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters

struggle did

in his

with Leonel. I

momentary pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart ached

more than a few days with him.

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after

gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed and

has

generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures,

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

around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

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

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

And make a pit stop halfway. I

pulled away with an understanding

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

weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

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

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept

was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer

remained resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark stood,

essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb

her eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this

in hushed

at

of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler.

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate

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

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

come here

quipped, “Do you think I am

fell into a

its

not upset when I speak to you that

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment

am. What’s there to be

out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

care of and him. He’s

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

new

Cecilia

While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also

his promise once again? Mark was

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

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

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

need. I’m not in my

grin, “At your age, it’s

Peter

brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a

the same

to make the best of

ever adept with people, personally paid

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

was engrossed

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

gaze to

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

his hair and

ahead. Put on

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

point, Waylen had

Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake

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

milk tea

on an air

tea?

silence. She feared

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

“Waylen.”

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

with Rena. Cecilia was

tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the

off? Was

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

The call connected…

sniffed back

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