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
gaze remained
the car vanished from
villa’s grand hall, Mark found
him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have
Mark. A faint smile graced his
of envy. He took a sip of
casually perused a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any
underlying message in
bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks
tenderly graced his
anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build
unspoken, shrouded
on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and
in his mouth but continued to gaze at Mark
making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his
struggle did not evade
reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,
with Leonel. I need to talk to
of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently
failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s
intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment
his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are
the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting
comprehended Waylen’s
reply, hushed
family has some
manage them effectively. I’m considering
not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure
two. Waylen understood his reasons all too
heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s
his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward
a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk
away with an understanding
Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed
heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I
offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s
a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air
a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin
resolutely focused on checking
the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze
might appear insignificant, it was essential for her
eyes caught sight of
too, turned their attention to this
hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is
at Mark
Evans has come to check on
handed to Cecilia. Clasping
his eyes, an affectionate Light
coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder
carried a hint of reproach, his tone
you come here just
think I am here to deliver
into
the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing
when I
prolonged
much younger than I am.
The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of
Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the
a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to
to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat
soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I.
Cecilia
she could place all her hopes
broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal
can discuss this later.
should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were
Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm
remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his
I’m not in
your age, it’s best to take good care
gaffe, Peter opened
brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I
emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after
exerted herself to make the best of the situation, eventually
crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the
on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his
his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been
turned her gaze to her
gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and
her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself
ruffled his
go ahead. Put on
out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears
Waylen
recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years,
yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s
milk tea cup sat
took on an air of
Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite
choosing silence. She feared
stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just
“Waylen.”
for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re
that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone
milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside,
taken off? Was he safe
her and Edwin when he was free.
contemplation, she dialed
The call connected…
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