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
remained
the car vanished from
Mark found Waylen perched
a low voice.
A faint smile graced
hint of envy. He took a sip
magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any
underlying message in Waylen’s
down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a
graced his son’s
anticipation, queried, “When the snow
response remained unspoken, shrouded in
his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and
mouth but continued to gaze at Mark
making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at the
internal struggle did not evade Waylen’s
reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted
and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your
Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s
Edwin already yearned for his 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. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could
between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment
still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked,
pensively
Waylen’s
reply, hushed and thoughtful,
family has
younger generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving
push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four
he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his
he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the early
fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,
the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk
with an understanding
well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he
heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I
the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of
adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid
in a thin summer dress.
cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking
Mark stood, his gaze
appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb
her eyes caught
attention to
and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is
looked at
smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given
steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm
an affectionate Light
he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how
a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice
here
then quipped, “Do you think I
into
tea, she savored its warmth, its
not upset when I speak
gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before
am.
The gesture bore a gentleness
so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that
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 about taking you to Czanch and cooking nutritious
cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and
it for your breaks. As the new
enticing. Cecilia
all her
if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of
discuss this later. For now, focus on
Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to
Mark exited the studio, a
coat and offer it to
I’m not
your age, it’s best to take good
Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his
on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a complete
At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened
of the situation, eventually completing the
declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown
couch, Waylen was engrossed
gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow all
gaze to
hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis
Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to
ruffled his hair
go ahead. Put
Laughter and
Waylen had ceased his
silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for
become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…
tea cup
tone took on an air of
buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to
silence. She feared her brother’s
you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he
“Waylen.”
“If you’re patient, just wait
with Rena. Cecilia was left alone
milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside,
off?
her and Edwin when he was
much contemplation, she
The call connected…
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