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.
the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely
remained locked on
the car
Mark found Waylen
from him, Mark inquired in a
from Mark. A
fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip
magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project
discerned the underlying
bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy
tenderly graced his son’s
snow gets heavier, can you build
response remained unspoken, shrouded
on his lap, retrieved a candy from
candy in his mouth but continued to
his son happy. But
internal struggle did not evade
in his arms, and patted him
I need to talk
tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart
companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him
in the intricacies between Mark
Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup
the teacup, Mark gazed pensively
comprehended Waylen’s unspoken
hushed and thoughtful,
has
generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing
Mark further. Mark’s
around two. Waylen understood his
Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the
off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his
And make a pit stop halfway. I want to
pulled away with an
was well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be
before he softly murmured, “I
comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of
Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid
stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded,
the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on the
doorway, Mark stood,
it was essential for
her eyes caught sight
onlookers, too, turned their attention
speaking in hushed
looked at
with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot milk
steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.
eyes, an affectionate
it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old
a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice a
here
then quipped, “Do you think I
into a contemplative
she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her
you not upset when I speak to you
prolonged moment before a smile graced his
younger than I am. What’s there to be upset
ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness
no desire to disrupt
you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has
the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the
soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I.
was enticing. Cecilia also wanted
her hopes on Mark, she also
broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of
smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus
said that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities
studio,
his coat and offer it to Mark, had his
need. I’m not
your age, it’s best to take good care of your
was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for
he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I
emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had
best of
invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
home earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had
on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official
said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s
her gaze to
tone, he pleaded, “I want to play
Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to
tenderly ruffled his hair
Put on your
and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through
point, Waylen
his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for
her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then
milk tea cup
took on an
milk tea? You seem quite attached
pursed her lips, choosing silence.
you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because
“Waylen.”
With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just
with
the French window. Outside, the snowfall had
taken off?
the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper
much contemplation, she dialed a
The call connected…
back her
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