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 front, a young boy likely from the studio

gaze remained locked

car vanished from

hall, Mark found

him, Mark inquired in a low

from Mark. A faint smile

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

relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t

underlying message

about him. His cheeks

touch tenderly graced

snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

candy in his mouth but

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

internal struggle did not evade

in

upstairs and play with Leonel. I

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

for 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 him

intervening in the intricacies between

poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause,

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

has some

effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures,

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not

fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

And make a pit stop halfway. I want

with an

to visit Cecilia. Lightly

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

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

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

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

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

Mark stood,

Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood.

caught sight of

attention to

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

looked at Mark

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

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

eyes, an

and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place.

his tone

you come here just for

think I am here to deliver milk tea to

into

tea, she savored its warmth, its

not upset when I speak

her for a prolonged moment

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

The gesture

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

“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 and cooking

then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the

breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s

enticing. Cecilia also

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

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark

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

lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

studio, a snowstorm

coat and offer it to Mark, had his

need. I’m not in

grin, “At your age, it’s

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

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

At the same time,

to make the best of the situation, eventually

for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

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

turned her gaze to her

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his hair and

go ahead. Put

Laughter

some point, Waylen

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

astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

tea cup

tone took on an air

milk tea? You seem quite attached

lips, choosing silence. She

glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved

“Waylen.”

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

to be with

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off? Was

hindsight, Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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