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.
entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio
gaze remained locked on
the car vanished from
hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a
a low voice.
nothing from Mark. A
hint of envy. He took a
nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further
the underlying message in
a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached
touch tenderly graced his
with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a
unspoken,
a candy from his pocket, and presented
in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark
staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters
struggle did
in his arms, and patted him
I need to
Nevertheless, he obediently ascended
his father, 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
he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and
with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for
pensively at the drifting
Waylen’s unspoken
reply, hushed and thoughtful,
has
is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease
to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four
earlier, around two. Waylen
stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking,
slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his
pit stop halfway. I want
away with an
visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to see
weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I
end, he simply sighed softly,
snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing
the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped
cold, she remained resolutely focused on
Mark stood,
might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see
caught sight of
onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of
director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,
at Mark
Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please
handed to
his eyes, an affectionate
he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.
a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily
you come here
think I
into a contemplative
milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her
upset when I speak to you
for a prolonged moment before
am. What’s
last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of
Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance
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 you to Czanch and cooking nutritious food for
were poised to resume
it for your breaks. As the new year
proposition was enticing. Cecilia also
hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on
Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s
murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus
Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually,
exited the studio, a
poised to remove his coat and offer it to
not in my
a grin, “At your age, it’s best
gaffe, Peter opened
“True, I may be getting old,
same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened
of the situation, eventually completing the
dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow
Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing
gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating
gaze to her
he pleaded, “I want to play
Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to
ruffled his hair
Put on your down
snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted
some point, Waylen had ceased
he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years,
had matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain
tea cup sat
took on an air
milk tea? You seem
choosing silence. She
a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of
“Waylen.”
Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I
with Rena. Cecilia was
the French window. Outside, the
off? Was he
hindsight, Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was
contemplation, she dialed
The call connected…
sniffed back her
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