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

remained locked on

car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found

a low voice. “Have you regained your

A faint smile graced his

moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a

relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there

underlying

about him. His cheeks

touch tenderly graced his

anticipation, queried, “When the snow

unspoken,

lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

the candy in his mouth

to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention

internal struggle did

taking Edwin in his

I need to talk

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s

in the intricacies between

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

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 a

further. Mark’s departure was

two. Waylen understood

Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze

halfway. I want to buy

pulled away with

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

weight. A pause ensued before he

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

of snow. Chilling gusts swept

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 checking on the

the doorway, Mark stood, his

for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he

caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

at Mark

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

handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

eyes, an affectionate Light

and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently,

reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

come here just

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

fell into a

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

when I speak

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile

much younger than I am.

hair. The gesture bore

no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to

cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended

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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia

could place all her hopes on

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

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

said that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

offer it to Mark,

I’m not in

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

gaffe, Peter opened the car door

snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may

deep. At the same time,

the best of the situation, eventually completing the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late

the couch, Waylen was engrossed

his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating

turned her gaze to

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

his hair

ahead. Put

Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s

Waylen had

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

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

tea cup

took on an air of

tea? You seem quite attached

lips, choosing silence.

you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give

the stairs to be with Rena.

tea, she approached the French window. Outside,

flight taken off? Was he safe

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

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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