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, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young

gaze remained

car vanished from

grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained your

A faint smile graced

hint of envy. He took

relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and

discerned the underlying message in

about him. His cheeks held a

graced his son’s

his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with

unspoken, shrouded

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

mouth

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

did

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in

Leonel. I need to talk to

tender features. Nevertheless, he

than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

has some

generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

earlier, around two. Waylen

heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway.

pulled away with

Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to see

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly

he

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

stood in a thin summer

remained resolutely focused on

Mark stood, his gaze

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

her eyes caught sight

attention to this gentleman

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

at Mark

“Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

his eyes, an affectionate

and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place.

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

you come here just for

quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to

into

the milk tea, she savored its warmth,

not upset when I speak to

on her for a prolonged moment before

younger than I am. What’s

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

no desire to

hush as he continued, “Wrap up the 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

by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl

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

Cecilia

place all her hopes

promise once again?

can discuss this later. For

bit longer. Opportunities to see her

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

his coat and offer it to

I’m not in

quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car

brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but

same time, Cecilia’s

herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in

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

gaze to

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

Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his

ahead. Put

Laughter and merriment wafted in through

some point, Waylen

his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship with

to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

tea cup

took on

you the milk tea?

choosing silence.

stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just

“Waylen.”

advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him

with

tea, she approached the

off? Was he

time to visit her and Edwin when he

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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