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.

to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio

gaze remained

the car vanished from

hall, Mark

a low voice.

Mark. A

hint of envy. He took

perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the

the underlying message in

cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning his

tenderly graced

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build a

remained unspoken, shrouded in

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

candy in his mouth but continued

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

struggle did not

out, taking Edwin in

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need

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

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

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

Waylen personally poured a cup

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed

family has

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

Mark’s departure

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

heavy snow. As he stepped into the

gloves, fixed his gaze forward

pit stop halfway. I want to

with

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

weight. A pause ensued before

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth

winter landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling

thin summer dress. The

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused

Mark stood, his gaze

had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to

caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

hushed tones, queried

at

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

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

his eyes, an affectionate Light

her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t

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

here just

quipped, “Do you think I am here

into a contemplative

she savored its

when I speak

prolonged moment before a smile graced

much younger than I am. What’s there to be upset

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire

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 fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch

the cameras were poised to resume

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

Cecilia

could place all her hopes

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was

“We can discuss this later. For now, focus

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see

the studio, a snowstorm

his coat and offer it to Mark, had

I’m not in my

“At your age, it’s best to take good care of

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

sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old,

deep. At the same time,

of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching the villa

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

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

her gaze to

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

his hair

go ahead. Put on your down

out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted

point, Waylen

changed over the years, all for

had matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell

milk tea

took on an air of

Mark buy you the milk tea?

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

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

“Waylen.”

scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t stop

to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

the French

flight taken off?

day. Mark 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

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back her

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