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.
observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front,
gaze remained locked on
car vanished from
Mark found Waylen perched
Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have
withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile
for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip
everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly
discerned the underlying message in
him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning
graced his
with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman
remained unspoken,
on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it to
his mouth but
the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at
internal struggle did not evade Waylen’s
taking Edwin in his arms, and
Leonel. I
of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s
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
from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment
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
gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes
Waylen’s
hushed and thoughtful,
family has some
is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them
Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the
two. Waylen
snow. As he stepped into the waiting car,
leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his
studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want
with an understanding
intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly
ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe
he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth
adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling
studio, the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment
biting cold, she remained resolutely
Mark
Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb
her eyes caught sight of
onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified
Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he
at Mark
Peter distributed cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss
milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm
eyes, an
touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently,
tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily
come here
I am here to deliver milk tea to
fell into a contemplative
milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort
when I speak to you that
gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile
I am.
tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to
tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped
take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As
then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the
he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What do you
was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to
persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had
his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal
“We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up your
he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were
Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had
remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his
I’m not
quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to
Peter opened the
snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with
deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened
best of the situation,
her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,
was engrossed in his
said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been
gaze to her
in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I
to Edwin, Cecilia
ruffled his hair
ahead. Put on
and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment
point, Waylen
much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the
matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…
milk tea cup sat
tone took on an air of
buy you the milk tea? You
her lips, choosing silence. She feared
quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of
“Waylen.”
he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait
that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with
she approached the French window. Outside, the
flight taken off?
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
contemplation, she dialed
The call connected…
sniffed back her
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