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.

assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio accompanying

remained

car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found

from him, Mark inquired in a

from Mark. A faint smile

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy.

relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is

the underlying message in

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

tenderly graced his

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

retrieved a candy from

placed the candy in his mouth but

son happy. But he needed to depart,

did

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

Leonel. I need to talk to your

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

than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark

personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause,

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

has

manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

set out earlier, around two.

Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist

fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups

away with

intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them

but in the end, he

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly

remained resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark stood,

essential for

caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

looked at Mark

milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come

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

an affectionate

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

his tone remained

come here just for

think I am

into a contemplative

milk tea, she savored its warmth,

you not upset when I speak to you that

for a prolonged moment

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

he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

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

cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches,

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

all her hopes on Mark,

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

can discuss this later. For now, focus on

lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the filming

exited the studio, a snowstorm

coat and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not

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

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

on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with

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

herself to make the best of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

couch, Waylen was engrossed

here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in

gaze

subdued tone, he pleaded,

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

tenderly ruffled his hair and

Put

snowball fight. Laughter and

some point, Waylen had ceased his

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

for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

milk tea cup

took on an air of

you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

lips, choosing silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

milk tea, she approached the

off?

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

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

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