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

remained locked

car

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

in a low voice. “Have you regained

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is

underlying message

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

graced his

snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman

response remained unspoken, shrouded

retrieved a candy from

his mouth but

staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed

struggle did not

out, taking Edwin in his

play with Leonel. I need

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart ached

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

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

cup of tea for

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed

has some

generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen

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

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

pit stop halfway. I

pulled away with an understanding

Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to

A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

he simply sighed softly, realizing the

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

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

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

the doorway, Mark stood, his

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

her eyes caught sight of

their attention to this gentleman of

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

at Mark

assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss

to Cecilia.

his eyes, an affectionate

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

reproach, his tone

come here

you think I am here to deliver milk tea to

fell into

she savored its warmth, its

you not upset when I speak to you that

her for a prolonged moment before a

much younger than I am. What’s

hair. The

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

shooting soon. 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

perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended

“Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

again? Mark

smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now,

bit longer. Opportunities to see

Mark exited the studio,

remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

I’m not

“At your age, it’s

his gaffe, Peter opened the car

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

same time, Cecilia’s mood had

the best of the situation, eventually completing the

she declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

reaching the villa

couch, Waylen was engrossed

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

her gaze to her

her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his

go ahead. Put on

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

some point, Waylen had ceased

how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her

had matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from

tea cup sat

took on an

the milk tea? You

lips, choosing silence. She feared her

sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re

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

she approached the French window. Outside, the

Mark’s flight taken off? Was

regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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