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.

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

remained

car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

from Mark. A faint

for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of

casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is

underlying

cheeks held

tenderly graced his son’s

queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a

unspoken,

candy from his pocket,

the candy in his mouth but continued

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

struggle did not

taking Edwin in his arms,

play with Leonel. I need to talk to

Nevertheless,

yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of

Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s

reply, hushed

family has some

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

Mark’s departure was scheduled for

two. Waylen

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

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

pit stop halfway. I want

away with

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

ensued before he softly

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply

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

studio, the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped her

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

Mark stood, his gaze

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

caught sight of

their attention

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

looked at

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

was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

eyes, an affectionate

tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer

reproach, his tone remained soothing.

you come here

think I am here to deliver

into a

she savored its warmth,

when I speak to

for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

am. What’s there to be

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

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

a 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.

advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined the

soft murmur, 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

could place all her hopes

promise once again? Mark

and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to

studio,

remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not in

your age, it’s best to take good care of

gaffe, Peter opened the

away 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 a complete

emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

herself to make the best of the

for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

was engrossed in his laptop,

here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

her gaze to

pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his hair

ahead. Put on your

Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears

some point, Waylen had ceased his

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

yet Waylen longed for her to retain

milk tea cup

tone took on an air of

you the milk tea?

lips, choosing silence.

this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he

“Waylen.”

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

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia

the milk tea, she approached 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

contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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