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.

car. Her assistant occupied

gaze remained locked

car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

from him, Mark inquired in a

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

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

remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything

underlying

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s

tenderly graced his son’s

with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build a snowman with

unspoken,

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

the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze

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

internal struggle did

out, taking Edwin in his

Leonel. I need to

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

yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few

from 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 your plans after

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has

generation is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure

two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward

pit stop halfway. I want to buy

pulled away with an

well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to

carried a weight. A pause ensued before he

in the end, he

of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, 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 stood, his gaze

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

caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this

hushed

at

assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on

to Cecilia. Clasping

an

it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I

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

you come here just for

quipped, “Do you think I

into a

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its

I speak to

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a

than I am.

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a

desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

he continued, “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

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

a soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch,

was enticing. Cecilia

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her

promise once again? Mark was

“We can discuss this

Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities

the studio, a

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

not in my

with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care

his gaffe, Peter opened the car

brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had

herself to make the best of the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s

gaze to

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

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put on your

Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in

some point, Waylen had

he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship with

her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell to her

milk tea

tone took on an air of

milk tea? You seem

lips, choosing silence. She feared her

this afternoon? Now you’re

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re patient, just

with Rena. Cecilia was left

the French

taken off? Was he

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…

back her

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