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, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young

gaze remained

car vanished

Mark found Waylen perched on a

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

A faint smile graced his

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took

perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any

underlying message in Waylen’s

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

tenderly graced

snow gets heavier, can you

unspoken,

candy from his pocket, and presented it

the candy in his mouth

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

internal struggle did not evade

out, taking Edwin in his arms,

with Leonel. I need to talk to

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

already yearned 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

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has

is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

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

departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car,

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want

pulled away with an understanding

Cecilia. Lightly

a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

end, he simply sighed softly,

snow. Chilling gusts swept

a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded,

resolutely focused on

doorway, Mark stood,

though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb

caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

and, speaking in hushed tones,

looked at Mark

with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has

tea was handed to Cecilia.

an

as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t

reproach, his tone remained

you come here just

quipped, “Do you think I am here

fell into

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

upset when I speak

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

than I am. What’s there to be

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

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 for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch

cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

As the new

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

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

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

studio, a snowstorm

his coat and offer it to Mark, had his offer

need. I’m not

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

Peter

in, 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 wife and child with a

deep. At the same time,

herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing

ever adept with

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the

was engrossed

here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow all

her gaze

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

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair

Put

snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted

some point, Waylen had ceased his

much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship with

her to retain her

milk tea cup sat

tone took on an air

the milk tea? You seem

her lips, choosing silence. She

stubborn this afternoon?

“Waylen.”

advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I

with

the French

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he

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

she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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