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.

assistant occupied the front, a

gaze remained

car vanished from

hall, Mark found Waylen perched

him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you

A faint smile graced his

a hint of envy. He took a sip of

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

the underlying

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

graced his son’s

the snow gets heavier, can

unspoken, shrouded

lap, retrieved a candy from

mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring

did not evade

reached out, taking Edwin in

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk to

features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s

old, Edwin already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

the aspiration that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

has some

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

Mark further. Mark’s

two. Waylen understood his reasons all

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car,

his gaze forward with

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

with an

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

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

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the

with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

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

resolutely

Mark stood,

even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood.

eyes caught

turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

in hushed

looked at Mark

Evans has come to

cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

an affectionate Light

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

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her

come here just

I am here

into

savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

I speak to you

a prolonged

than I am. What’s there

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

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

take care of and him.

momentarily perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark

breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to

was enticing. Cecilia

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

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

poised to remove his coat and offer it

not

grin, “At your age, it’s best

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter

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 child with a complete

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

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

ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in

tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

turned her gaze

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

tenderly ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put on your down

to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled

Waylen had ceased

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

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

milk tea cup sat

on

tea?

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

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

“Waylen.”

you’re patient, just wait for him to give

with Rena. Cecilia

tea, she approached the French

off? Was he

and Edwin when he was free. If

much contemplation, she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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