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 young boy likely

gaze remained

car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark

in a

Mark. A faint

of envy. He took

with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further

discerned the underlying message in

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

tenderly graced

queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a

response remained unspoken, shrouded

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

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at

internal struggle did not evade

in his arms, and patted him

with Leonel. I need to talk to

Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart ached

his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him.

between

that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still 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

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

family has

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

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

set out earlier, around two.

heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy

away with an understanding

that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to see

a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply

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

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

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

Mark stood, his

might appear insignificant, it was essential for

her eyes caught

attention to this gentleman of

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

looked at Mark

and explained, “Mr. Evans

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

an

as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder

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

come here just

think I

fell into a contemplative

the milk tea, she savored its

not upset when I speak to you that

on her for a prolonged moment

am. What’s there to be upset

he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

desire to

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

by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume

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

Cecilia also wanted

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also

Mark broke his promise once again?

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

should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see

studio,

offer it to Mark,

not

with a grin, “At your age,

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

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

same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

of the situation, eventually completing

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

home earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

turned her gaze

he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in the

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put on your

in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door.

some point, Waylen had

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

longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then

tea

on

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

her lips, choosing silence. She feared

this afternoon? Now you’re moved just

“Waylen.”

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

be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

milk tea, she approached the French

off? Was he safe

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 have

she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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