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

remained locked on

car vanished from

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found

Mark inquired in a low

A faint smile graced

moment, felt a hint of envy. He

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

the underlying message

down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s

tenderly graced his

queried, “When the snow gets heavier,

remained unspoken, shrouded

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

candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

making his son happy. But he needed to

struggle did not evade

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need

tender features. Nevertheless, he

father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea

gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed

has

to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

push Mark further. Mark’s departure

around two.

into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter

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

stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

away with

Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely

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

offering comfort, but in the end, he

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on

the doorway, Mark

was essential for

eyes caught

turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

at Mark

and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss

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

his eyes, an

coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add

his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing.

here just

then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea

into

its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

you not upset when I

for a prolonged moment before a smile

younger than I am. What’s

out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

a hush as he continued, “Wrap up 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

Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting.

the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin,

Cecilia also wanted to

persisted. While she could place all her

his promise once again? Mark was

murmured, “We can discuss this later.

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

exited the studio, a

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

I’m not in

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

Peter opened the

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

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened

make the best of the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

turned her gaze to her

and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his

go ahead. Put on your

to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in

some point, Waylen had

sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship

for her to retain

milk tea cup sat

on an air of

milk tea? You seem

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

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

“Waylen.”

you’re patient, just wait for him to

be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

the French window.

off? Was

hindsight, Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back her

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