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, a young boy likely from the

gaze remained locked

car vanished from

grand hall, Mark found Waylen

a low voice. “Have you regained

A

a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip

if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t

underlying message in Waylen’s

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

touch tenderly graced his

the snow gets heavier,

unspoken, shrouded

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented

his mouth

bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at the

internal struggle did

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

years old, 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 him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the

intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

aspiration 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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

has some

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

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking,

his leather gloves, fixed his

make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

with an

Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

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

Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded,

resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark stood,

appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her

caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to

speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

at

of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has

milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

an

in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder

reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

come here

surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver

fell into

she savored its

when I speak

for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

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

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

desire

Edwin is 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 resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark

your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you,

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her

once again?

can discuss this later. For now,

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually,

the studio,

coat and offer it to Mark, had his

I’m not in my

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

her apartment. However, upon reaching the

engrossed in his laptop, managing

he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

her gaze to her

tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

his hair and

go ahead. Put

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

Waylen

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

retain her innocence, shielded from

tea cup

took on an air of

tea? You

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

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

“Waylen.”

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

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

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

off?

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

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back her

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