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.

trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the

remained

the car vanished from

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

Mark inquired in a

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile

hint of envy. He took

casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly

the underlying message in Waylen’s

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

graced his son’s

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

remained unspoken,

lap, retrieved a candy

mouth but continued to gaze at

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

struggle did

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need

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

a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the

in the intricacies between

cup of tea for

Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has some

considering revitalizing these

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

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car,

his

stop halfway. I want

away with an

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

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them

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

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

in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the

the biting cold, she remained resolutely

Mark stood, his gaze

for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he

eyes caught sight

their attention to this gentleman of

speaking in hushed tones,

looked at Mark

Peter distributed cups of 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

of steaming milk tea was handed to

his eyes, an

shrugged off his coat and draped 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

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

here

think I am

fell into a

tea, she savored its warmth, its

upset when I

for a prolonged moment before a

much younger than I am.

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

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

his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin,

enticing. Cecilia

her hopes on Mark,

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

exited the studio,

and offer it

I’m not

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age,

gaffe, Peter opened

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

same time, Cecilia’s mood had

the best of the situation, eventually completing the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

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

gaze to her

pleaded, “I want to play with

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his

Put on your down

Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and

point, Waylen

recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the

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

tea

took on

the milk tea? You

her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re

“Waylen.”

to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for

be with

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

taken off? Was

day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more time with

she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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