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.

the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio

remained locked

the car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

across from him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

from Mark. A faint smile

of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

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

discerned the underlying

about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly

tenderly graced

the snow gets heavier,

unspoken,

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and

candy in his mouth but continued

too yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at the

internal struggle did

Edwin in his

upstairs and play with Leonel. I

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball

intervening in the intricacies between Mark

lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed

family has some

struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

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

his gaze forward

And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

away with an understanding

Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed

ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

of snow. Chilling gusts

stood in a thin summer dress.

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

Mark stood, his

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

her eyes caught sight of

too, turned their attention to this gentleman

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

at

and explained, “Mr. Evans has come

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

his eyes, an affectionate Light

his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her

come here just for

I am here to

fell into

she savored its warmth, its comfort

upset when I speak to

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a

younger than I am. What’s there to be

The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of

no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

voice dipped 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 prone to fever.

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined

it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do you

Cecilia

could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark

tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss

he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

studio, a snowstorm had

coat and offer it

not in my

“At your age, it’s best to

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

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

the same time, Cecilia’s

best of the situation, eventually

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

engrossed in his laptop, managing

he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating

turned her gaze

he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his

Put on your

Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s

Waylen had

he recognized how much Cecilia had changed

matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

milk tea

on an air of

the milk tea? You seem quite

her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait

with

the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off?

their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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