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.
the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio
remained locked
the car vanished from
villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen
across from him, Mark inquired in a low voice.
from Mark. A faint smile
of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his
casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is
discerned the underlying
about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly
tenderly graced
the snow gets heavier,
unspoken,
Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and
candy in his mouth but continued
too yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at the
internal struggle did
Edwin in his
upstairs and play with Leonel. I
Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.
Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball
intervening 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
teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting
comprehended Waylen’s unspoken
hushed
family has some
struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these
further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four
out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his
heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t
his gaze forward
And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk
away with an understanding
Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed
ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe
offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the
of snow. Chilling gusts
stood in a thin summer dress.
biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on
Mark stood, his
work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to
her eyes caught sight of
too, turned their attention to this gentleman
in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here
at
and explained, “Mr. Evans has come
tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia
his eyes, an affectionate Light
his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder
of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her
come here just for
I am here to
fell into
she savored its warmth, its comfort
upset when I speak to
lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a
younger than I am. What’s there to be
The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of
no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped
voice dipped 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.
resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined
it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do you
Cecilia
could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child
if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark
tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss
he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were
studio, a snowstorm had
coat and offer it
not in my
“At your age, it’s best to
Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the
sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child
the same time, Cecilia’s
best of the situation, eventually
declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow
engrossed in his laptop, managing
he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating
turned her gaze
he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis
debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to
his
Put on your
Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s
Waylen had
he recognized how much Cecilia had changed
matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…
milk tea
on an air of
the milk tea? You seem quite
her lips, choosing silence. She feared her
cast her a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you
“Waylen.”
preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait
with
the French window.
Mark’s flight taken off?
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 would
contemplation, she
The call connected…
sniffed back
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