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

remained locked

the car vanished

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

a

nothing from Mark. A faint smile

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

considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the

underlying message in Waylen’s

playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached

graced

with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

response remained unspoken,

on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and

placed the candy 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

did not evade Waylen’s

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

I need to talk to

momentary pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

than a few days with him. He couldn’t even

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a

pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed

family has

effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

push Mark further. Mark’s departure

out earlier, around two. Waylen

he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy

pulled away with an understanding

Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia.

weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

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

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

heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of

she remained resolutely focused on

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although

her eyes caught sight

too, turned their attention to this gentleman

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

looked at Mark

“Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss

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

eyes, an

secured it in place. Gently, he

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing.

here

you think I am here to deliver

into

its

upset when I speak to you that

her for a prolonged moment before

than I am. What’s there to be upset

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

him. He’s prone to fever. As

poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat

breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s

proposition was enticing. Cecilia

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

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

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

he lingered a bit

the studio, a snowstorm

coat and offer

I’m not

grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care of

Peter opened the car door

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

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

the best of the situation, eventually completing the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow all

turned her gaze to

subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his

ahead. Put on your down

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

some point, Waylen had ceased

much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake

her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell to

tea

took on

tea? You seem quite

her lips, choosing silence. She feared

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a

“Waylen.”

deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait

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

tea, she approached the French window. Outside,

taken off? Was

visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more time

she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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