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.

entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the

gaze remained

car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen perched

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

A faint

of envy. He took a sip of tea

relinquishing everything

discerned 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

touch tenderly graced

queried, “When the snow gets heavier,

response remained unspoken, shrouded

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

candy in his mouth

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

internal struggle did not

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to

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

still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for

pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

has

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 four in

earlier, around two. Waylen understood

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

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

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

away with

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

before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

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

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

she remained resolutely focused on checking

Mark

her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not

her eyes caught

turned their attention

speaking in hushed tones,

looked at

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

to Cecilia. Clasping

an affectionate Light

tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

you come here

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these

into

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

upset when I speak to you that

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment

I am. What’s

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

desire to disrupt the

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 taking

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

for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do you

enticing. Cecilia also

could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child

once again?

can discuss this later. For now,

said that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare.

Mark exited the studio, a

and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not

a grin, “At your age, it’s

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a complete

the same time, Cecilia’s mood

the best of the situation, eventually

her assistant, ever adept with

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

turned her gaze to

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put on your down

Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s

point, Waylen had ceased his

Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the

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

milk tea cup sat

took on an air of

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now

“Waylen.”

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

milk tea, she 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 with him, she would have

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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