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

remained

car vanished

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

A

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

everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further

the underlying

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

tenderly graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

unspoken, shrouded in

lap, retrieved a candy

placed the candy in his mouth

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

did not

Edwin in his arms,

with Leonel. I need to talk

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

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

refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

cup of tea for Mark,

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has some

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

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

two. Waylen understood his reasons

stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking,

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

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

with an

Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely

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

in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

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

absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The

remained resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark stood, his

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

her eyes caught

too, turned their attention to this

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

looked at

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

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

his eyes, an

touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.

reproach, his tone remained

come here

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

into a contemplative

tea, she savored its warmth,

you not upset when I speak to you

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile

much younger than I am. What’s there to be upset

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

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire

eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure 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

poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat

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

enticing. Cecilia

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

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

murmured, “We can discuss this

that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so

the studio,

and offer it to Mark, had his offer

not

with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care

Peter opened the car door for his

away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child

same time, Cecilia’s

make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

gaze to

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his hair and

Put on

Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment

some point, Waylen had

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

Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

tea

took on an air

milk tea? You seem quite

pursed 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 a cup of

“Waylen.”

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

to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

milk tea, she approached the French

off? Was he

day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin

she dialed a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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