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.

assistant occupied the front, a

remained locked

car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you

nothing from Mark. A

envy. He took a sip of tea to

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

underlying message

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

touch tenderly graced his

the snow gets heavier, can you build a

response remained unspoken, shrouded

on his lap, retrieved a candy from

mouth but continued to

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

internal struggle did

out, taking Edwin in his

play with Leonel. I need to talk to

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

more than a few days with him.

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup

gazed pensively at

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

family has

them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease

to push Mark further. Mark’s

earlier, around two. Waylen understood

Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the early

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

away with an

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

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

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

winter landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

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

cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

doorway, Mark

was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to

her eyes caught sight

turned their attention to this

and, speaking in hushed tones,

at Mark

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

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

eyes, an

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

tone remained

come here just for

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

into a

she savored its warmth,

upset when I speak

a prolonged

am. What’s there to

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As

his heartfelt advice. Just 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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

she could place all her

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

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

bit longer.

Mark exited the studio,

his coat and offer it to Mark, had his offer

need. I’m not in my

grin, “At your age, it’s best to

Peter

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

the same

best of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching

couch, Waylen was engrossed in

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

her gaze

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his hair

ahead. Put on

in their snowball fight. Laughter and

point, Waylen had ceased

recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all

yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze

tea

took on an

you the milk tea? You seem quite

pursed her lips, choosing silence.

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

“Waylen.”

gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give

ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

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

off? Was he safe

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 time with

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

back her

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