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

remained locked

car

grand hall, Mark

inquired in a low voice.

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

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

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

the underlying message in Waylen’s

a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

graced his

his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

response remained unspoken, shrouded

retrieved a candy from

mouth but continued to

too yearned for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at the

did not evade Waylen’s

taking Edwin in his arms,

and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

tender features. Nevertheless, he

failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned

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 tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he

gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed

has some

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

Mark further. Mark’s

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons

As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time.

leather gloves, fixed his

pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups

pulled away with an

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

A pause ensued before he softly

but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

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

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

doorway, Mark stood,

Cecilia 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

eyes caught sight

too, turned their attention to

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

at

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

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate

off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

you come here just for

think I am here to deliver milk tea to

fell into

its

upset when I speak to

a prolonged

I am. What’s there to be upset

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore

harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

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

cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

a 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

Cecilia also wanted

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

again? Mark was

“We can discuss this later.

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

exited the studio,

remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not

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

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old,

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

best of the situation, eventually completing the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

back to her apartment. However, upon reaching

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

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

her gaze

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

tenderly ruffled his

go ahead. Put on your

to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and

point, Waylen had

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

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

milk tea cup sat

took on an air of

you the milk tea? You seem quite

lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re

“Waylen.”

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

stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in

she approached the French window. Outside,

Mark’s flight taken off?

to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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