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

remained locked

the car vanished from

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found

him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained your

Mark. A faint

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

if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there

discerned the underlying message in Waylen’s

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

tenderly graced his

his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

remained unspoken,

a candy from his pocket, and presented it

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

joy of making his son happy. But he needed to

did not

in his arms, and patted

with Leonel. I need to talk to

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

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

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

reply, hushed

has some

them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

out earlier, around two. Waylen

embracing Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time.

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze

make a pit stop halfway. I want to

away with an understanding

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll

before he softly murmured, “I owe

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth

landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling

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

remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark stood,

that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her

caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

looked at Mark

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

handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup,

an affectionate

it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer

tone

you come here just for

you think I am here to

into

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing

not upset when I

a prolonged

younger than I am. What’s there to be upset

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that

harbored no desire to disrupt

a snowman-building session. 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

resume shooting.

a soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do

Cecilia

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

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark

and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping

bit longer. Opportunities to see

the studio, a

offer it to Mark, had his offer

not in

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

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

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

best of the situation, eventually

dinner, her assistant, ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been

turned her gaze

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his hair and

ahead. Put on your

their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted

Waylen had

much Cecilia had changed over

matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence,

milk tea cup

took on

you the milk tea? You seem

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared

this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup

“Waylen.”

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

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

tea, she approached the

taken off? Was

their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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