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…
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