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.

her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a

remained locked on

car vanished from

Mark found Waylen perched on

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

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

of envy. He

considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t

the underlying message in Waylen’s

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as

tenderly graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier,

unspoken,

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from

candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring

struggle did not evade

in his

upstairs and play with Leonel. I

features. Nevertheless,

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

the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

hushed

has some

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

push Mark further. Mark’s departure

around two. Waylen understood

into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his

a pit stop halfway. I want to

with

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

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly

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

with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to

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

resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark stood, his

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

her eyes caught sight

too, turned their attention to this

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

at Mark

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

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

his eyes, an affectionate

it in place. Gently, he chided,

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

you come here just for

then quipped, “Do you think I am

fell into

tea, she savored its

not upset when I speak to you

prolonged moment before

am.

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

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

“Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone

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

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

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

hesitations persisted. While she could place all her

again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

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

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so

Mark exited the studio,

his coat and offer it to Mark, had

not in my

a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take

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

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

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing

she declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to dine

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been

turned her gaze to her

subdued tone, he pleaded,

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his

Put on your

in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open

Waylen had

recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake

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

milk tea cup

on an

milk tea? You seem quite attached

choosing silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give

ascended the stairs to be with Rena.

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

flight taken off? Was

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

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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