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.

the car. Her assistant occupied

remained locked on

car

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark

in a low

Mark. A faint

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

“Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia,

underlying message in

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

tenderly graced his

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

unspoken, shrouded in

a candy

mouth but

happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring

did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in his arms, and patted him

I need to talk

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

more than a

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your

gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

has some

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

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking,

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

pit stop halfway. I want to buy

away with an

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

A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

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

in a thin summer

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused

the doorway, Mark

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

caught sight

attention to this gentleman

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

at Mark

assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has

of steaming milk tea was handed to

eyes, an affectionate Light

over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided,

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

come here just for

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

into

tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

when I

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile

I am. What’s there

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a departing

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and

your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s

Cecilia

place all her hopes on Mark, she also had

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

discuss this

Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so

Mark exited the studio,

to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

need. I’m not

with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care

gaffe, Peter

had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True,

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

herself to make the best of the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in

tonight. Edwin’s been

gaze

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

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his hair

ahead. Put on your

in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled

point, Waylen had ceased his

much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for

become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain

milk tea

on an air of

the milk tea?

her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible

afternoon? Now you’re moved just

“Waylen.”

“If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t

be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the living

tea, she approached the

Mark’s flight taken off?

in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper

she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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