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.

car. Her assistant occupied the

gaze remained

car vanished

grand hall, Mark

a low voice. “Have

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile

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

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 Waylen’s

down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he

graced

snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

response remained unspoken, shrouded

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

the candy in his mouth but continued

yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart,

did not evade

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

play with Leonel. I need

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart

his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise

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

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

has

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

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

with an understanding

that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

before he

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one

she remained resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark stood, his

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

her eyes caught

their attention to this gentleman

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

at

the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

an

shrugged off his coat and 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

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

come here just

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

into a contemplative

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

when I

prolonged moment before a smile graced his

I am.

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a departing

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire

hush as 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

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

the new

Cecilia

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

again? Mark was cognizant

can discuss this later.

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually,

studio, a

and offer it to Mark, had his

I’m not

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

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car

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

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood

make the best of the situation, eventually

declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

Waylen was engrossed in

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow all

her gaze

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

Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his hair and

Put on your down

Laughter and merriment wafted in

point, Waylen had

he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her

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

tea cup

tone took on an air

milk tea? You

choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him

to be with Rena. Cecilia

the French window. Outside, the

Mark’s flight taken off? Was

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

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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