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

gaze remained

the car

grand hall, Mark

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

Mark. A faint

envy. He took a sip of tea to mask

you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia,

the underlying message in Waylen’s

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

graced his

queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can

unspoken,

a candy from

placed the candy in his mouth but

his son happy. But he needed to

internal struggle did

in his

play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

spend more than a few days with him. He

between Mark and

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 up this

gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed

has

considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a

Mark further. Mark’s departure

he set out earlier, around two.

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking,

fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

a pit stop halfway. I want to

with an

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

pause ensued before he softly murmured,

end, he simply sighed softly,

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

engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly

remained resolutely focused

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose

eyes caught sight of

their attention to this

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

looked at

explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot milk

was handed to

an affectionate Light

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 another layer of

words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained

you come here

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

fell into

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

not upset when I speak to you that

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile

younger than I am. What’s there to

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

no desire to disrupt

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 been insistent

poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches,

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

could place all her hopes on Mark,

Mark broke his promise once again?

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

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

exited the studio, a snowstorm

coat and offer it to Mark,

not

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

Peter opened the car door for his

his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be

emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching

was engrossed

his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly

gaze to her

subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his

Put on your down

Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in

point, Waylen had

had changed over

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

milk tea cup sat

tone took on an air

milk tea? You seem

silence. She feared her brother’s

quite stubborn this afternoon? Now

“Waylen.”

With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just

with Rena. Cecilia was left

approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back

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