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

remained locked

the car

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

inquired in a low voice.

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint

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

with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything

underlying message

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

touch tenderly graced

brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with

unspoken, shrouded

a candy from his pocket, and

mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

internal struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in his arms, and patted him

and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

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

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

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

personally poured a cup of tea for Mark,

pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed

has

I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not

fixed his gaze forward

pit stop halfway. I want

away with an

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

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

in the end, he simply sighed softly,

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

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

resolutely

Mark stood,

it was essential for

her eyes caught sight of

turned their attention

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

looked at

and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss

milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an

his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how

tone remained soothing.

you come here just for

“Do you think I am here

into a contemplative

tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

upset when I speak to

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

much younger than I am.

her hair. The

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger

to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

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

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

exited the studio, a snowstorm had

poised to remove his coat and offer it to

not

age, it’s best to take good care

gaffe, Peter

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

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s

best of the situation, eventually

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

her gaze to her

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia

ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put on

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

Waylen had

sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the

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

tea cup sat

took on

Mark buy you the milk tea? You

choosing silence.

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

“Waylen.”

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

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

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

taken off? Was he

the time to visit her and Edwin

she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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