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

gaze remained locked on

car

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

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

Mark. A faint smile graced

a hint of envy.

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

the underlying message

His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side,

graced

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can

unspoken,

his lap, retrieved a candy from his

in his mouth but continued

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

struggle did not evade

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

and play with Leonel. I need

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart

spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup

pensively at

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has

considering revitalizing these ventures, giving

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood

As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking,

leather gloves, fixed his

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway.

with

Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added,

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

comfort, but in the end, he simply

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept

in a thin summer dress. The moment

she remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark stood,

essential for

eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention to

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

looked at

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

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

an

shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.

reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

come here just

quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver

fell into a contemplative

its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

upset when I speak

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

much younger than I am. What’s

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to

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

As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do

enticing. Cecilia

her hopes on Mark, she also had her child

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

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

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

need. I’m not

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

Peter opened the

on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old,

deep. At the same

make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

the couch, Waylen was engrossed

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the

gaze to her

hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in the

Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put on

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

point, Waylen had ceased his

how much Cecilia had changed

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

milk tea cup

took on an

you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

lips, choosing silence. She feared her

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now

“Waylen.”

you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

she approached the French window. Outside, the

flight taken off? Was he

Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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