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.

the car. Her assistant occupied

gaze remained locked

car vanished

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark

him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

nothing from Mark. A faint smile

hint of envy. He took a

“Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia,

underlying message in

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

touch tenderly graced his

“When the snow gets heavier, can you

response remained unspoken, shrouded

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and

his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

internal struggle did not

Edwin in

I need to talk to

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days

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

aspiration that Cecilia 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 wrapping

Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed

has some

I’m considering revitalizing these

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

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

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not

fixed his gaze forward with his

a pit stop halfway. I want

pulled away with

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

a weight. A pause ensued before he softly

the end, he simply

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

thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant

she remained resolutely focused

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

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

her eyes caught sight of

their attention to

in hushed tones,

at Mark

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

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

eyes, an affectionate

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

his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone

here just

you think I am here

fell into a contemplative

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

you not upset when I speak to you

prolonged moment before a smile graced his

than I am.

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

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

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

As the new

enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

place all her

again? Mark was

can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up your

lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see

studio, a snowstorm had

remove his coat and offer it to

I’m not

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

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

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

his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood

of the situation, eventually

ever

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

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

her gaze

pleaded, “I want

Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put on your down

to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

Waylen had

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

to retain her innocence, shielded

tea cup

took on an air of

the milk tea?

silence.

you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you

“Waylen.”

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

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

she approached the

taken off? Was

Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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