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

remained locked on

the car vanished

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you

Mark. A

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of

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

discerned the underlying message

demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning his

touch tenderly graced his

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build

remained unspoken,

candy from his pocket, and presented

candy in his mouth but continued to

son happy.

did not evade Waylen’s

reached out, taking Edwin in his

Leonel. I need to

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even

in the intricacies between Mark

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

pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed and

family has

manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

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

departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the

leather gloves, fixed his gaze

And make a pit stop halfway. I want

pulled away with

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

a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through,

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

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

doorway, Mark stood, his

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

eyes caught sight of

turned their attention to this gentleman

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

looked at

Peter distributed cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans

of steaming milk tea was handed to

his eyes, an affectionate

in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you

his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

here just

quipped, “Do you think I am

into

the milk tea, she savored its

not upset when I

for a prolonged moment before a

much younger than I am. What’s there

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

harbored no desire to disrupt

a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea.

was momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined the

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

Cecilia also wanted to

all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with

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

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

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer.

exited the studio, a snowstorm

to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

not in my

with a grin, “At your age, it’s best

Peter opened the car

“True, I may be getting old,

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to dine

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

the couch, Waylen was engrossed

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been

her gaze to

pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his

Put on your down

out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in

point, Waylen had ceased his

in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for

retain

tea cup sat

tone took on an air

the milk tea? You seem

silence. She feared her brother’s possible

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

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the living

tea, she approached the French window.

off?

in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper

she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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