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.

to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from

gaze remained

the car vanished from

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

a low voice. “Have you

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

felt a hint of envy. He took a sip

“Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly

underlying

him. His cheeks held a rosy

graced

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

response remained unspoken,

candy from

placed the candy in his mouth but continued

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

internal struggle did

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

with Leonel. I

Nevertheless, he

had failed to spend more than a few days with him.

intervening in the intricacies between Mark

aspiration that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

hushed

has

considering revitalizing

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

stepped into the waiting car,

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

stop halfway.

with

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

A pause ensued before he

he simply sighed

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

advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress.

resolutely focused on checking on

Mark stood, his gaze

Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark

caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

at Mark

warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come

to Cecilia.

an affectionate

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

words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice a

here

think I am here to deliver milk

into a

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

when I speak to you that

for a prolonged moment before a smile

much younger than I am. What’s

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness

desire

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

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

the new year approaches, let’s

was enticing. Cecilia also

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her

once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

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

said that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

exited the studio,

coat and offer it to Mark,

I’m not in

“At your age, it’s best to take good

gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my

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

exerted herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

gaze to

a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

ruffled his

ahead. Put on

heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door.

some point, Waylen had ceased his

had changed over the years, all for the sake

longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze

milk tea cup

took on

Mark buy you the milk tea? You

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

“Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now

“Waylen.”

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

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

the French window. Outside, the

off? Was he

Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him,

she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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