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.

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

remained locked

the car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

from him, Mark inquired in a low

A

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a

casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for

underlying

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

touch tenderly graced

queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you

unspoken,

lap, retrieved a candy from

candy in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark

staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention

did

Edwin in his arms, and

play with Leonel. I

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

failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to

between Mark and

a cup of tea for Mark, After

teacup, Mark gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

family has

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

Mark further. Mark’s

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

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

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

halfway. I

with an understanding

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

ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

he simply sighed

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts

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 promptly enveloped

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

doorway, Mark stood,

for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad

eyes caught

attention to this gentleman of dignified

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

looked at Mark

with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate Light

as he secured it in

his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

here just for

quipped, “Do you think I

into

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

when I speak

her for a prolonged moment before a smile

am. What’s there to be

ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you,

poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined

a soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new

was enticing. Cecilia

persisted. While she could place all her

promise once again? Mark was

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

lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

exited the studio,

poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had

I’m not in my

age, it’s best to take good care of your

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a

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

of

assistant, ever

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

turned her gaze to her

tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

his hair and

Put

join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the

Waylen

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

for her to retain her

milk tea

on

milk tea? You

lips, choosing silence. She feared

remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because

“Waylen.”

you’re

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with

milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside,

Mark’s flight taken off?

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 temper with

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

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