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.

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

gaze remained

the car vanished from

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found

a low voice. “Have you regained

nothing from Mark. A

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

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

underlying message in Waylen’s

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held

tenderly graced

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded

on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket,

in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

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

did

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

and play with Leonel. I need to talk

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

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 Mark and Cecilia. Their

his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has

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

Mark’s departure

out earlier, around two.

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy

away with an understanding

visit Cecilia.

before he softly

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

Chilling gusts

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

she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

the doorway, Mark stood, his

essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to

eyes caught sight

their attention

hushed

at

a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

an affectionate

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

his tone remained

come here just

you think I am here to deliver milk

into

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

not upset when I speak

a prolonged moment before a

than I am. What’s there to

her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to

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

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

enticing. Cecilia also wanted

could place all her hopes on Mark,

once again? Mark was cognizant of

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

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities

studio, a

coat and offer it

need. I’m not in

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

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

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

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

of the situation, eventually completing

for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

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

her gaze to her

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

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put on

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

Waylen

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

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

tea cup

tone took on an air of

the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

afternoon? Now

“Waylen.”

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

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the living

tea, she approached the French window.

flight taken off?

conflict earlier in the 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 spent more

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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