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

remained locked on

the car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark

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

from Mark. A faint smile graced

of envy. He took

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

underlying message

cheeks held

tenderly graced his

the snow gets heavier,

remained unspoken, shrouded in

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from

in his mouth but

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

did

in his arms,

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to

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

years old, Edwin already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark 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 the turmoil within

the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

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

gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

family has some

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

further. Mark’s

two. Waylen understood his

Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

pit stop halfway. I want

pulled away with

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

weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

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

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through,

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

remained resolutely focused on checking on

Mark stood, his gaze

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

her eyes caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

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

at Mark

smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the

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

an affectionate Light

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

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

here

think I am here to deliver milk

into a contemplative

she savored its

I speak

on her for a prolonged moment before a

I am. What’s

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture

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

dipped to a hush as 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, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch and

cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and

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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

could place all her hopes on Mark,

promise once again? Mark was

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

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

the studio, a

and offer it

I’m not

your age, it’s best

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

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

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

best of the situation, eventually completing

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

gaze

a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair

Put

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

Waylen had

much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship

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

tea

took on an

milk tea? You seem quite attached

lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

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

“Waylen.”

deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just

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

tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the

off? Was he

and Edwin when he was free. If

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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