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.

to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a

remained locked on

the car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

him, Mark inquired in a low

nothing from Mark. A faint smile

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy.

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

the underlying message in Waylen’s

a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached

touch tenderly graced his

queried, “When the snow gets heavier,

unspoken,

a candy from his pocket, and presented it

his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

son happy. But he needed to depart,

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in

Leonel. I need to talk

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

to spend more than a few days with him.

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

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 snowflakes

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and

family has some

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all

As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy

pulled away with an

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he

ensued before he softly murmured,

the end, he

snow. Chilling gusts

in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded,

resolutely

the doorway, Mark

for her

eyes caught sight of

turned their attention to this gentleman

speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

looked at

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

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm

his eyes, an affectionate Light

in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how

reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

here

then quipped, “Do you think I am here to

fell into a

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

when I speak to you

prolonged moment before

than I am. What’s there to be upset

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

no desire

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

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

“Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches,

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

she could place all her hopes

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

“We can discuss this later. For now,

Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the filming

the studio, a snowstorm

coat and offer it to Mark, had his

need. I’m not

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

Peter opened the car door

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

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

to make the best of the situation, eventually

crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown

couch, Waylen was engrossed in

gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly

her gaze to

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his

Put on your down

snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

point, Waylen had ceased

how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her

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

tea

took on an air

milk tea? You

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

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

“Waylen.”

scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to

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

the French window.

off? Was

time to visit her and Edwin when he

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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