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 assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio accompanying

remained

the car vanished from

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark

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

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

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

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

the underlying

His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s

touch tenderly graced

“When the snow gets heavier, can

remained unspoken, shrouded

lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze

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

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his

with Leonel. I need to talk

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the

father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

a cup of tea for Mark,

teacup, Mark gazed pensively

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

family has some

effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

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

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

the waiting car,

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

away with an

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

a weight. A pause ensued before he softly

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark stood,

had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for

her eyes caught sight of

turned their attention to this gentleman

hushed tones, queried

at Mark

Evans has

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

an affectionate

tender as he secured it in place.

a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

here just

quipped, “Do you think I am

into a

tea, she savored its

I speak to you that

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a

am. What’s there to

reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture

desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

voice dipped to 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

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

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches,

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

all her hopes on Mark,

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

can discuss this

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

the studio,

remove his coat and offer it

not in

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

gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child

same

to make the best of the situation,

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

here tonight. Edwin’s

turned her gaze

hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his hair

go ahead. Put

fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s

point, Waylen

at his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the

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

tea cup sat

tone took on an air of

you the milk tea? You seem

pursed her lips, choosing silence.

afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he

“Waylen.”

to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t

to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside,

off? Was

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 a

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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