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 assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely

gaze remained

car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen

a low voice. “Have you

A faint smile

moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for

the underlying

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

touch tenderly graced

snow gets heavier, can you build a

unspoken,

candy from his

mouth but continued

making his son happy. But he

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in his

I need to talk to your

features. Nevertheless, he

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise

the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

a cup of

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has

to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a

Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

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

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his

stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

pulled away with

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

A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

end, he

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

thin summer dress. The

resolutely focused on

Mark stood, his

asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad

caught sight of

turned their attention to this gentleman

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

looked at Mark

Peter distributed cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup,

his eyes, an affectionate

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

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

here

“Do you think I am here to

into

she savored its warmth,

upset when I speak to

on her for a prolonged moment before

I am. What’s there to be

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a departing

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

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 food

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

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

Cecilia also

her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

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

a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

the studio, a

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his offer

need. I’m not

age, it’s best to

gaffe, Peter opened the

settled in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I

At the same time,

exerted herself to make the best of the situation, eventually

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

reaching the villa where

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in

turned her gaze to her

and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair and

Put on your

Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the

Waylen had ceased

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

and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence,

milk tea cup

tone took on an air of

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

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

“Waylen.”

scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just

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

the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

off?

and Edwin when

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

back her

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