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 the front,

gaze remained locked on

car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen

him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

Mark. A faint smile

moment, felt a hint of envy.

you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia,

discerned the underlying message in

demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy

graced his son’s

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with

unspoken, shrouded in

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to

of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude

internal struggle did

reached out, taking Edwin in

Leonel. I need

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

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

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

gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

hushed and

family has some

is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease

not to push Mark further. Mark’s

earlier, around two. Waylen

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups

pulled away with an understanding

to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them

in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the

cold, she remained resolutely focused on

doorway, Mark stood,

Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood.

caught sight

too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

looked at Mark

with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has

handed to Cecilia. Clasping

his eyes, an affectionate

shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place.

hint of reproach, his tone remained

you come here just for

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to

fell into a contemplative

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

you not upset when I speak

prolonged moment before a

am.

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

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent

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

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year

enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

While she could place all her hopes on Mark,

his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

and murmured, “We can discuss this later.

bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so

the studio,

to remove his coat and offer it to

I’m not in my

“At your age, it’s best to take

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

chiding himself, “True, I may be

deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s

best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

her assistant, ever adept with people,

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

engrossed in his laptop,

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

turned her gaze to her

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

tenderly ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put on

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

point, Waylen

changed over the years, all for the sake of

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

tea cup

took on an air

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he

“Waylen.”

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

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

the French window. Outside, the snowfall

off? Was

time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent

she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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