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.
the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the
remained locked
the car vanished
villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a
Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained
Mark. A faint smile
for a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of
considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia,
the underlying message
the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly
graced his
the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman
remained unspoken,
his lap, retrieved a candy from his
the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark
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
did not
Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and
Leonel. I need to talk
momentary pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs. Mark’s
more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood,
from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was
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
the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at
comprehended Waylen’s unspoken
hushed and thoughtful,
has
struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them
chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in
earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too
snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s
leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his
studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy
with an
aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be
heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I
contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply
with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air
advertisement, stood in a thin
the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on the
Mark
that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he
eyes caught
their attention to this gentleman
Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he
looked at
Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the
steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm
his eyes, an
shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I
reproach, his tone remained
come here
think I
into a
milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing
upset when I speak to you
gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his
than I am. What’s there to
reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The
harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that
session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s
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 declined
murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s
proposition was enticing. Cecilia
place all her hopes on Mark, she also
promise once again? Mark
her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For
that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her
studio, a snowstorm had
and offer it to Mark, had his
I’m not in
grin, “At your age, it’s best to
speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened
brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True,
emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood
to make the best of the situation,
crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had
engrossed
said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating
turned her gaze to
subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in the
to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself
his hair and
Put on your
Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open
some point, Waylen had ceased
how much Cecilia had changed over
retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…
milk tea cup sat
tone took on an
Mark buy you the milk tea? You
silence. She feared
stubborn this afternoon? Now
“Waylen.”
Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I
stairs to be with
tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the
off?
in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with
much contemplation, she dialed a
The call connected…
back her
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