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.

the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy

gaze remained locked on

the car vanished

grand hall, Mark found Waylen

him, Mark inquired in a

nothing from Mark. A faint

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

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

underlying message

a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as

graced his son’s

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

remained unspoken, shrouded

lap, retrieved a candy from

mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

internal struggle did not evade

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

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

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

the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

hushed

family has some

them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease on

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

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

he stepped into the

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze

halfway. I want

away with

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

ensued before he softly murmured, “I

he simply sighed softly, realizing

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

in a thin summer dress.

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused

Mark

insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood.

her eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

at

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

handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an

as he secured it in

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice a

come here

“Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly

fell into

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

not upset when I speak to you

on her for a prolonged moment before a smile

I am. What’s there to be

ruffled her hair. The gesture

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

take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to

poised to resume shooting.

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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

place all her hopes on Mark, she also had

once again? Mark

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

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the

exited the studio, a snowstorm

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

I’m not in my

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

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car

snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old,

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and

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

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

her gaze to her

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his

go ahead. Put on your

join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter

Waylen had

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

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

milk tea cup

tone took on an air of

buy you the milk tea?

lips, choosing silence. She

afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a

“Waylen.”

for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family.

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off? Was he safe

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

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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