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.
trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely
gaze remained
the car vanished from
hall, Mark found Waylen perched on
Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have
nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced
fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip
relinquishing everything for Cecilia,
the underlying
down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning
tenderly graced
the snow gets heavier, can you
unspoken, shrouded in
candy
his mouth but continued to gaze
son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters
struggle did
out, taking Edwin in his arms, and
upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your
Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the
already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even
between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,
cup of tea for Mark, After a
teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes
Waylen’s
reply, hushed and
has some
struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these
Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in
around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too
the waiting
leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,
halfway. I want to
with an understanding
was well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly
pause ensued before
comfort, but in the end, he simply
of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to
advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly
cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking
the doorway, Mark
for her livelihood.
her eyes caught sight
attention to this gentleman of
director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones,
at Mark
addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss
milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia
eyes, an affectionate Light
over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.
tone remained soothing.
you come here just
his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver
fell into a
milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort
not upset when I speak to you
prolonged moment before a smile
than I am. What’s there to
hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a departing
harbored no desire to
a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger
was momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it
a soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to
was enticing. Cecilia
could place all her hopes on Mark, she
Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal
tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up
that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to
exited the studio, a
and offer it to Mark, had his
need. I’m not in my
a grin, “At your age,
Peter opened the car door
chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and
his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood
best of
her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where
was engrossed in his laptop, managing official
raising his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing
her gaze to her
hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play
to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself
tenderly ruffled his hair
ahead. Put on your down
Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in
point, Waylen had
much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for
matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then
tea
tone took on an air of
the milk tea?
her lips, choosing silence.
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.”
scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for
the stairs to be with
the milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the
Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe
visit her and Edwin when he was free. If
much contemplation, she
The call connected…
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