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.

to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

remained

the car vanished

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

Mark. A faint smile

moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of

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

underlying message in Waylen’s

playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

tenderly graced

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

remained unspoken, shrouded

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it

in his mouth but continued to

of making his son happy.

internal struggle did not

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

play with Leonel. I

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

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

the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are

gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed

has

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

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

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood

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

fixed his gaze

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

pulled away with an

aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia.

A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe

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

with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded,

the biting cold, she remained resolutely

the doorway, Mark

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

caught sight of

turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

looked at Mark

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

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

an affectionate

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

a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

you come here just for

his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

into

she savored its warmth,

you not upset when I

a prolonged

much younger than I am. What’s there to be

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

desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

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

momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it

it for your breaks. As the new year

enticing. Cecilia

place all her hopes

his promise once again? Mark was

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

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

studio, a snowstorm

coat and offer

I’m not in my

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

Peter opened the car

settled in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my

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

of the situation, eventually completing the

her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the

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

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s

gaze to her

gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to

to Edwin, Cecilia

his hair and

ahead. Put on your down

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

some point, Waylen had ceased his

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

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

milk tea cup sat

on an

buy you the milk tea? You seem

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

remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re

“Waylen.”

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

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

the milk tea, she approached the

flight taken off? Was he safe

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

she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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