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.

assistant

remained

car vanished

hall, Mark found

inquired in a

Mark. A faint smile

envy. He took a sip of tea

everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s

graced his

queried, “When the snow

remained unspoken, shrouded in

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and

mouth

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

did

Edwin in his arms, and

and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s

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

intricacies between

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

family has some

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

set out earlier, around two. Waylen

he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking,

leather gloves, fixed his gaze

pit stop halfway. I want to buy

away with an

intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely

before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

he simply sighed softly, realizing the

a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept

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

she remained resolutely focused on

Mark stood, his gaze

work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her

caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

looked at Mark

of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss

handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

an affectionate

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

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

come here just

quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly

into a

its warmth, its comfort diffusing

you not upset when I speak to you

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

much younger than I am. What’s there to

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

harbored no desire to disrupt

to a hush 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 for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent

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

“Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to

Cecilia also wanted

place all her hopes

promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

his coat and offer

not in my

age, it’s best to take good care of

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car

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

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

the best of the situation,

she declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

her gaze to her

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

his hair and

go ahead. Put on

Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in

point, Waylen had ceased

had changed over the years,

her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

tea cup sat

tone took on an air of

milk tea? You seem

lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because

“Waylen.”

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

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall

off? Was he

their 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 dialed

The call connected…

back her

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