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.
entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young
remained locked on
the car vanished from
grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched
inquired in a low voice. “Have you
nothing from Mark. A faint smile
hint of envy. He took
remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done,
the underlying message
down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side,
tenderly graced his son’s
the snow gets
remained unspoken, shrouded in
Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented
the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark
the joy of making his son happy.
struggle did
Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,
I need to talk
pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended
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
intervening in the intricacies between Mark
poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after
pensively at the drifting snowflakes
Waylen’s
hushed and
family has some
younger generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a
to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four
two. Waylen understood
Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist
fixed his gaze
make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy
with an understanding
that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely
pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too
but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the
a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts
was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment
cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on
Mark stood, his gaze
though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see
caught sight of
too, turned their attention
in hushed tones,
looked at Mark
warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot
to
his eyes, an
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 another layer
hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia
here just
quipped, “Do you think I am here
into a
she savored its warmth, its
when I speak to you that
for a prolonged moment before a smile graced
much younger than I am. What’s there
tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of
so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire
is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone
his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet,
new year approaches, let’s go to
enticing. Cecilia also wanted to
persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with
again? Mark was cognizant of
her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus
Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit
Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm
coat and offer it to Mark, had his
not in my
your age, it’s best to take good care of your
was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened
snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I
At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had
make the best of the situation, eventually
invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen
on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official
he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating
her gaze to her
her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded,
debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring
tenderly ruffled his
go ahead. Put on
Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears
point, Waylen had ceased
much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship
and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His
tea cup sat
on an
you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to
her lips, choosing silence. She feared
this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of
“Waylen.”
not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for
that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone
she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had
Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe
Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with
contemplation, she
The call connected…
back her
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