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 young boy likely from the studio

gaze remained

the car vanished

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

in a low

Mark. A

a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy.

magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further

discerned the underlying message in

him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

tenderly graced his

snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with

unspoken, shrouded in

his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

his mouth but

to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to

internal struggle did not

in his

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need

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

to spend more than a

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and

has some

them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

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

earlier, around two. Waylen

departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his

stop halfway. I want

pulled away with an

Evans intended to visit Cecilia.

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

but in the end, he

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

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

resolutely

the doorway, Mark stood,

appear insignificant, it was essential for her

her eyes caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention to

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

at Mark

smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler.

handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

his eyes, an affectionate Light

shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he

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

you come here

you think I am here to deliver

fell into a

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

when I speak to you

for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

younger than I am. What’s there to

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

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

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

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

was enticing. Cecilia also

persisted. While she could place all her

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

discuss this later. For now, focus

should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer.

exited the studio, a

offer it to Mark, had his

not

age, it’s best to

Peter opened the car door for

his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same time,

exerted herself to make the best of the

ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour

was engrossed in his laptop,

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating

gaze to her

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his hair

Put on

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

some point, Waylen had

his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all

and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

tea cup sat

took on an

buy you the milk tea? You seem

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

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

“Waylen.”

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

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

the milk tea, she approached the

flight taken off? Was

visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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