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 entrance to the car. Her assistant

gaze remained

the car

Mark found

in a low voice. “Have

Mark. A faint smile graced

for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy.

relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further

the underlying

playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held

touch tenderly graced his son’s

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build a

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

his lap, retrieved a candy from

his mouth but

making his son happy. But he

did

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

I need

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

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

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

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

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

has

younger generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

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

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

And make a pit stop halfway. I want to

away with an understanding

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

carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

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

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her

eyes caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

looked at

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

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

an affectionate Light

touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

come here just

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am

fell into a contemplative

tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

not upset when I speak to

her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

younger than I am. What’s there

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

to 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

momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark

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

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

While she could place all her hopes on

once again? Mark was cognizant of

“We can discuss this later.

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

the studio, a

remove his coat and offer it to Mark,

need. I’m not in my

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

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

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

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

make the best of the situation, eventually completing

ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the

couch, Waylen was engrossed in

tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in

turned her gaze

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put on your

their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears

Waylen had

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

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

milk tea cup sat

tone took on an

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared

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

“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 complete family. I

be with Rena. Cecilia was left

tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off?

had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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