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.
observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young
gaze remained locked
car
hall, Mark found Waylen perched on
a
withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced his
of envy. He took a sip
nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any
the underlying message in Waylen’s
cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s
tenderly graced
snow gets
response remained unspoken, shrouded
lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented
his mouth but
for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to
internal struggle did not evade
reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and
upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your
of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently
as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t
between
Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for
the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes
comprehended Waylen’s
reply, hushed
has some
considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease
Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled
earlier, around two.
into the waiting car,
fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed
halfway. I want to buy cups
with an understanding
was well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll
heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I
but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing
of snow. Chilling
the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of
remained resolutely focused on checking
doorway, Mark stood, his
her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see her
her eyes caught
their attention to
speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is
looked at
cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on
to Cecilia. Clasping the
an
his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another
of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her
you come here just
his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to
fell into
tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her
I
for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his
much younger than I am.
reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore
so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene
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
perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved
for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s
proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to
her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with
once again? Mark was cognizant of
“We can discuss this later. For now, focus on
lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually,
studio, a
and offer
not in
quipped with a grin, “At your age,
Peter opened the car door for
chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I
sighed, his emotions deep. At the same time,
herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing
assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was
the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official
“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s
her gaze to her
and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with
her debt to Edwin, Cecilia
his hair and
go ahead. Put on your down
snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door.
point, Waylen
changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship
Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell to her
tea
tone took on an
the milk tea? You seem quite attached
lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s
sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon?
“Waylen.”
advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you
that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone
approached the French
flight taken off? Was he safe
their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her
contemplation, she dialed a
The call connected…
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