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.

Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely

remained

the car

grand hall, Mark found

a low voice.

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

a hint of envy.

nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t

the underlying message in Waylen’s

stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks

graced his

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

candy from

in his mouth but continued to gaze at

making his son happy. But he

struggle did not

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

and play with Leonel. I need to

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

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

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

might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

family has

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

Mark further. Mark’s departure was

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the early

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

halfway.

pulled away with an understanding

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

before he

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

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

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

doorway, Mark stood,

her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her

her eyes caught sight of

their attention to this gentleman of

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

looked at Mark

“Mr. Evans has come to

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

eyes, an

it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you

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

you come here just for

you think I am here to

into a contemplative

the milk tea, she savored its

when I speak to you that

prolonged moment before

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

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

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 to fever. As

were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the

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

enticing. Cecilia also

all her hopes

promise once again? Mark

can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

Mark exited the studio, a

and offer it to Mark, had his offer

I’m not in my

“At your age, it’s best to take

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a

emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

of the situation, eventually completing

ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to dine

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

reaching the villa where Waylen resided,

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed

here tonight. Edwin’s been

her gaze

hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his hair

go ahead. Put

Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open

point, Waylen had ceased

much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake

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

tea cup

tone took on an air

buy you the milk tea?

her lips, choosing silence. She

this afternoon? Now you’re moved

“Waylen.”

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

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

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

taken off?

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

she dialed a

The call connected…

back her

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