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

gaze remained locked on

the car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on

him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint

of envy. He took

if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be

underlying message

bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as

tenderly graced

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

remained unspoken, shrouded

placed Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to

son happy. But he

struggle did

reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

with Leonel. I need to

Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he

than a few days with him. He couldn’t

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked,

gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and

has

I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them

Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

he set out earlier, around two.

Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with

stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

with an understanding

visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to see

pause ensued before he softly murmured,

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

Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air

stood in a thin summer dress.

remained resolutely

Mark

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

eyes caught sight of

turned their attention to this

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

at

smile and explained, “Mr. Evans

to Cecilia.

eyes, an affectionate Light

his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

come here

I am here to deliver

into a contemplative

its warmth, its comfort

I speak to you

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced

much younger than I am. What’s there to be

tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

take care of and him. He’s

advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet,

soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I. What

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with

promise once again? Mark was cognizant

her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later.

he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually,

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

offer it

need. I’m not in

quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best

gaffe, Peter opened the car

had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting

his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood

best of

she declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

“Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in

gaze to her

hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

his

ahead. Put on your down

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

some point, Waylen had ceased

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

for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch…

tea cup

took on an

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite

choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him

ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

the French

Mark’s flight taken off? Was

earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t

she dialed a

The call connected…

back her

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