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.

trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the

remained

the car

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained your

withheld nothing from Mark. A

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took

casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done,

discerned the underlying message in

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

touch tenderly graced

snow gets heavier, can you

remained unspoken, shrouded

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

his mouth but continued to

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

struggle did not evade

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to

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

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

between Mark and Cecilia. Their

cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

family has

considering

Mark further. Mark’s departure was

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

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

his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

halfway.

pulled away with

Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added,

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

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

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant

remained resolutely focused on checking on

doorway, Mark

though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her

eyes caught sight of

their attention to this gentleman

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

looked at Mark

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

was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

eyes, an

tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

you come here just

I am here

fell into a contemplative

savored its warmth,

when I speak to

on her for a prolonged moment before a

younger than I am. What’s there to be upset

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

harbored no desire 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 fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch and cooking nutritious

the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin,

proposition was enticing. Cecilia

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child

once again? Mark was cognizant of

and murmured, “We can discuss

lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so

the studio,

remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his

need. I’m not

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

his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for

in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t

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

make the best of

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the

Waylen was engrossed in

he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s

her gaze to her

tone, he pleaded, “I want to

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his

Put on your down

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

point, Waylen

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

for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

tea cup sat

tone took on an air

milk tea? You seem quite

silence. She

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

“Waylen.”

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

be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the living

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall

flight taken off? Was he

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

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back her

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