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.
her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy
gaze remained locked
the car vanished
to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found
inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained
A
a hint of envy. He took a
nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is
the underlying
a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s
tenderly graced his son’s
brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets
response remained unspoken, shrouded
Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy
placed the candy in his mouth but continued to
making his son happy.
struggle did
with Leonel. I need to
graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the
father’s companionship. 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.
refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.
a cup of tea
gazed pensively at
Waylen’s unspoken
hushed
family has some
to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease
to push Mark further. Mark’s departure
he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his
into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time.
fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed
halfway. I want to buy cups of
away with an
that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely
weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,
but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s
a blanket of snow. Chilling
was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment
remained resolutely
the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze
work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad
her eyes caught sight
turned their attention to this gentleman
Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried
looked at
Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler.
of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the
an affectionate Light
secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I
of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice
here just for
I am here to deliver milk
fell into
milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort
not upset when I speak to you that
a prolonged moment before a smile
younger than I am.
he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a
so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the
shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting 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
his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl
breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s
proposition was enticing. Cecilia also
hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child
his promise once again? Mark was cognizant
and murmured, “We can discuss
a bit longer.
studio, a snowstorm had
his coat and offer it to Mark, had his
need. I’m not in
a grin, “At your age, it’s
was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter
his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be
sighed, his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened
exerted herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing
crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to dine
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,
on the couch, Waylen was engrossed
he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been
gaze to her
and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in
debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to
his hair and
go ahead. Put on your
join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open
point, Waylen had
sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship
astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His
milk tea cup
tone took on
the milk tea? You seem quite attached to
pursed her lips, choosing silence. She
cast her a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just
“Waylen.”
for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a
the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in
approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had
taken off?
visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent
she
The call connected…
sniffed back her
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