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

remained locked on

car

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

a low voice.

from Mark. A faint smile graced

moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a

casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached

touch tenderly graced

snow gets

remained unspoken,

candy from his pocket, and presented

candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at

bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart,

struggle did not evade

Edwin in

Leonel. I need

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 fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense

intervening in the intricacies between Mark

poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has

them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

further. Mark’s departure

two. Waylen understood his

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

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

pit stop halfway. I want to

with an

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

a weight. A pause ensued before he

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth

winter landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing

advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark

asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb

her eyes caught sight

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

at

a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup,

his eyes, an affectionate Light

secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder

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

you come here just for

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

into

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

I speak to you

lingered on her for a prolonged moment

am.

out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

he continued, “Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s

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

“Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you,

enticing. Cecilia also wanted

persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had

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

can discuss

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

studio,

and offer it to

need. I’m not in

grin, “At your age, it’s best to

Peter opened the car door for

sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I

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

best of the situation, eventually completing the

she declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

was engrossed in his laptop, managing

Edwin’s

gaze

subdued tone, he pleaded, “I

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his hair

Put on

to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s

some point, Waylen had

silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the

become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her

milk tea

on

you the milk tea? You

lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of milk

“Waylen.”

not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete

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

approached the

flight taken off? Was he

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

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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