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 assistant

gaze remained

car vanished from

hall, Mark found

a low voice.

A faint smile

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

perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t

the underlying message

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

graced

with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

remained unspoken, shrouded

Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and

candy in his mouth

the joy of making his son happy.

did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in his arms, and patted

upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk to

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even

the intricacies between Mark and

that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of

gazed pensively at the

comprehended Waylen’s

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has some

effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them

Mark’s departure was scheduled for four

two. Waylen

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

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

halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

away with an understanding

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

before

offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through,

studio, the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

the doorway, Mark

might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to

eyes caught

attention to this gentleman

Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

at

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

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

eyes, an affectionate

secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,

come here just for

“Do you think I am here

into

she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through

you not upset when I speak

a prolonged moment before

than I am. What’s

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

“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

the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

As the new year approaches, let’s go to

enticing. Cecilia

her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes

again? Mark was

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

have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

to remove his coat and offer it to

not

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

Peter opened the car

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

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

of

crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

the couch, Waylen was engrossed in

he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the

turned her gaze to

subdued tone, he pleaded,

Cecilia couldn’t bring

his hair

go ahead. Put on your down

join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter

point, Waylen

much Cecilia had changed over the years,

become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

tea cup sat

tone took on an

milk tea? You seem quite

silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I

with

the milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall

off?

had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back

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