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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