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.

to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio

remained

the car vanished from

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

him, Mark inquired in a low

A

a hint of envy. He took a sip

with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything

the underlying message

a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached

graced his son’s

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded in

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

mouth

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

did not evade Waylen’s

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

with Leonel. I

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

Edwin 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 promise

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

has some

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

Mark further. Mark’s departure

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the early

his gaze forward with

stop halfway. I want to buy

pulled away with an

intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

ensued before he softly murmured,

end, he simply

adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept

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

resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark stood, his

Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see

caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this

speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

looked at

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

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

an affectionate

his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

come here

then quipped, “Do you think I am

into

tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

not upset when I speak

on her for a prolonged moment before a

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

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

Cecilia harbored no desire to

Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him.

heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat

your breaks. As the new

Cecilia also

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

broke his promise once again? Mark was

hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later.

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

studio,

to remove his coat and offer

need. I’m not

a grin, “At your age,

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

“True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my

deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

the best of the situation, eventually completing

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the

was engrossed in his laptop,

tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly

turned her gaze

pleaded, “I want to play

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his

Put on

complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door.

point, Waylen had

how much Cecilia had changed

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

milk tea

took on

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

afternoon? Now

“Waylen.”

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

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe

the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with

she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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