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 entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a

remained locked

car vanished

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

A faint smile graced his

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

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

the underlying message in Waylen’s

playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

touch tenderly graced

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

unspoken, shrouded

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

mouth but continued

for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy.

did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in his arms,

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need

of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s heart

to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil within

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

still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

has some

is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

earlier, around two. Waylen

As he stepped into the waiting car,

leather gloves, fixed his

stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

away with an

to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them

end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

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

thin summer

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 livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see her

caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

looked at Mark

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

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

an affectionate

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

reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

here just

“Do you think I am here to deliver

into

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

I speak

her for a prolonged moment

I am. What’s there to

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

desire to disrupt the serene ambiance

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

to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined

breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I.

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

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

again? Mark was

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

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

his coat and offer it

I’m not

“At your age, it’s best to

gaffe, Peter

himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I

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

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

turned her gaze to her

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

Edwin, Cecilia

his hair and

Put on your down

and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

Waylen had

in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed

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

milk tea cup

on an

tea? You seem

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

you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just

“Waylen.”

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

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

she approached the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he

her and Edwin

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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