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.

observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied

gaze remained

the car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen perched

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

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint

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

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

discerned the underlying message

cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s

touch tenderly graced

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

candy in his mouth

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

did not evade

taking Edwin in

I need to

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a

the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

has

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

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

set out earlier, around two. Waylen

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time.

fixed his gaze forward

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

with an understanding

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

A pause ensued before he softly

but in the end, he

with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

studio, the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of

resolutely

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose

her eyes caught sight

turned their attention to

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

looked at

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

his eyes, an

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

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

you come here

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

into a contemplative

its warmth,

upset when I speak to you that

on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

much younger than I am. What’s there

he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

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 about

heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and

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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now,

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

studio,

remove his coat and offer it

need. I’m not

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door

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 wife and child with

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

of the situation, eventually

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the

engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

turned her gaze to

pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel

debt to Edwin, Cecilia

ruffled his hair

Put on your

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

point, Waylen had

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

her to retain

tea cup

tone took on an

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite

silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I

to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the living

approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall

taken off? Was

conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin

she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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