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.

trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely

gaze remained

the car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

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

relinquishing everything for Cecilia,

the underlying

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

tenderly graced

the snow gets heavier, can you

unspoken, shrouded in

candy

his mouth but continued to gaze

son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters

struggle did

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

cup of tea for Mark, After a

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

has some

struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

the waiting

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

halfway. I want to

with an understanding

was well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

pause ensued before

comfort, but in the end, he simply

of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to

advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark

for her livelihood.

her eyes caught sight

attention to this gentleman of

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,

at Mark

addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss

milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

eyes, an affectionate Light

over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.

tone remained soothing.

you come here just

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

fell into a

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

not upset when I speak to you

prolonged moment before a smile

than I am. What’s there to

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a departing

harbored no desire to

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

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

a soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to

was enticing. Cecilia

could place all her hopes on Mark, she

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

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

that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to

exited the studio, a

and offer it to Mark, had his

need. I’m not in my

a grin, “At your age,

Peter opened the car door

chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and

his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood

best of

her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where

was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

her gaze to her

hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

tenderly ruffled his hair

ahead. Put on your down

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

point, Waylen had

much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for

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

tea

tone took on an air of

the milk tea?

her lips, choosing silence.

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.”

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

the stairs to be with

the milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

visit her and Edwin when he was free. If

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

back

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