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.

after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied

gaze remained

car vanished

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

in a

from Mark. A

felt a hint of envy. He

perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and

the underlying

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

touch tenderly graced his

“When the snow

unspoken, shrouded

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

his mouth but continued to gaze at

bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he

internal struggle did

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

Leonel. I need to talk to

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

years old, 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

between Mark and

cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

has some

younger generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

a pit stop halfway.

with an

intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe

the end, he simply sighed softly,

Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to

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

she remained resolutely focused on

the doorway, Mark stood,

appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose

caught sight

turned their attention

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

at

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

was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

his eyes, an affectionate

off his 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

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

come here

quipped, “Do you think I am here to

fell into a contemplative

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

I speak

her for a prolonged

am. What’s

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

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire

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

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

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I.

enticing. Cecilia also

place all her hopes on Mark,

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on

Yet, he lingered a bit longer.

exited the studio, a snowstorm had

to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not in my

with a grin, “At your age, it’s

his gaffe, Peter opened the car

chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and

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

exerted herself to make the best of the situation,

the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

here tonight. Edwin’s

turned her gaze

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in the

to Edwin, Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put

and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter

Waylen had ceased his

changed

yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from

milk tea

tone took on an

the milk tea? You

silence. She

you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re

“Waylen.”

Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

she approached the French

flight taken off? Was

visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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