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 assistant occupied the front,

gaze remained locked

the car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen perched

a low voice. “Have you

A faint

a hint of envy. He took a sip

everything for Cecilia, the project is

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks

tenderly graced

snow gets heavier, can you build

unspoken, shrouded in

candy from his pocket, and presented it to

placed the candy in his mouth

of making his son happy. But he needed to

internal struggle did not

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

Leonel. I

Nevertheless, he obediently

spend more than a few days with

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

family has

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

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

around two. Waylen

embracing Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the

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

halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

pulled away with

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

before he softly murmured,

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

blanket of snow. Chilling

in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The

cold, she remained resolutely

Mark stood,

Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see her

her eyes caught sight of

attention to this gentleman of dignified

hushed

at

smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to

handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup,

his eyes, an affectionate

her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in

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

you come here just for

his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver

into

tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

you not upset when I speak

a prolonged

am. What’s there

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of

no desire to disrupt the

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 about taking

heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What

enticing. Cecilia also wanted

her hopes on Mark, she also had her

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was

hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later.

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

the studio, a snowstorm

offer it to Mark, had his

not in my

grin, “At your age,

his gaffe, Peter opened the

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

At the same time, Cecilia’s

herself to make the best of

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed

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

her gaze to

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

his hair and

Put on your

Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in

some point, Waylen had ceased his

changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship

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

milk tea cup

tone took on

buy you the milk tea? You

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

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

“Waylen.”

preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

tea, she approached the

off? Was he safe

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

she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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