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, a young

remained locked on

the car vanished from

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

inquired in a low voice. “Have you

nothing from Mark. A faint smile

hint of envy. He took

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

the underlying message

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

tenderly graced his son’s

the snow gets

remained unspoken, shrouded in

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

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

the joy of making his son happy.

struggle did

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,

I need to talk

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

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

intervening in the intricacies between Mark

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

pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

hushed and

family has some

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

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

two. Waylen understood

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist

fixed his gaze

make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy

with an understanding

that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely

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

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

a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

Mark stood, his gaze

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

caught sight of

too, turned their attention

in hushed tones,

looked at Mark

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

to

his eyes, an

it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

here just

quipped, “Do you think I am here

into a

she savored its warmth, its

when I speak to you that

for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

much younger than I am. What’s there

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire

is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone

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

new year approaches, let’s go to

enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

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

again? Mark was cognizant of

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

Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

coat and offer it to Mark, had his

not in my

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

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

make the best of the situation, eventually

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

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

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

her gaze to her

her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded,

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his

go ahead. Put on

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

point, Waylen had ceased

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

and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His

tea cup sat

on an

you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

her lips, choosing silence. She feared

this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of

“Waylen.”

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

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

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

contemplation, she

The call connected…

back her

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