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.

car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely

gaze remained locked on

the car

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

across from him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his

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

perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any

discerned the underlying message in

His cheeks held a rosy

graced

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

unspoken,

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

the candy in his mouth but continued to

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

did not

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

Leonel. I

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

than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark

cup

pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

has

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

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

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

gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

pulled away with an

Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before

contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply

of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of

resolutely focused

doorway, Mark

appear insignificant, it was essential for

eyes caught sight of

attention to

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

at Mark

milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

his eyes, an

his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained

here

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

fell into a

she savored its warmth,

I

prolonged moment

I am.

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

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

“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. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about

perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl

new year

enticing. Cecilia

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

once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping

Yet, he lingered a bit

the studio, a

remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

need. I’m not

a grin, “At your age,

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter

settled in, he brushed 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

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

herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was

engrossed in his laptop, managing official

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

turned her gaze

subdued tone, he pleaded, “I

debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his

Put on

snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

Waylen

silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake

matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

milk tea

tone took on

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to

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

cast her a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of milk

“Waylen.”

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

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

the

off? Was he safe

day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

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