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 the front, a young

remained locked

car

hall, Mark

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained your

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy.

“Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy

touch tenderly graced his

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

response remained unspoken,

lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

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

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

Leonel. I need

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

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

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

poured a cup of tea for Mark, After

pensively

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

family has

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

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

stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

a pit stop halfway. I want

with an

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

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them

the end, he simply sighed

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on

the doorway, Mark

it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her

caught

too, turned their attention to this

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

looked at

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

of steaming milk tea was handed to

his eyes, an affectionate

he secured it in

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

you come here just for

quipped, “Do you think I am here

fell into

its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

not upset when I speak to

for a prolonged moment before a smile

than I am. What’s there to

The

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

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

then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark.

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

enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark,

again? Mark

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

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

offer it to Mark, had his

not in

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

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

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

At the same time, Cecilia’s

make the best of

ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

her gaze

a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

ruffled his hair

Put on

in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted

Waylen had ceased

had changed over the years, all for the sake of her

yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded

milk tea cup

on an air of

tea? You seem quite

lips, choosing silence.

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

“Waylen.”

“If you’re patient, just

with Rena. Cecilia was left

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

off? Was he safe

to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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