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, a young boy likely from the studio

gaze remained locked

car vanished from

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found

in a low voice. “Have you

A faint smile

felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask

a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything

discerned the underlying message

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks

touch tenderly graced

gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier,

unspoken,

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

placed the candy in his mouth

making his son happy. But he needed

did not evade

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,

and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

Nevertheless,

a few days with

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and

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

gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

family has some

struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

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

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want

with an

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

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

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

a thin summer dress. The moment one

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

Mark

work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her

eyes caught sight of

their attention

speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

looked at Mark

warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to

an affectionate Light

it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her

here just for

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to

fell into

tea, she savored its warmth,

you not upset when I speak to you

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

am. What’s there

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

harbored no desire to

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 taking you

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

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

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

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

murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now,

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer.

exited the studio, a

remove his coat and offer it to Mark,

not in

age, it’s

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car

“True, I may be

same time,

of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late

engrossed in his

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

turned her gaze

pleaded, “I want to play

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put on your

snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

Waylen had ceased

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

to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His

milk tea

took on an air

tea? You seem

choosing silence.

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

“Waylen.”

for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

off? Was he

and Edwin when

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

back her

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