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

remained locked on

the car

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark

him, Mark inquired in a low

Mark. A faint smile graced his

a fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He

a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project

the underlying

His cheeks held a

graced his

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

unspoken,

a candy from

the candy in his mouth but continued

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

internal struggle did

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

with Leonel. I need to talk to

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

more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the turmoil within

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

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

gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and thoughtful,

family has

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

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

around two. Waylen understood his

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

his gaze

the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of

away with

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

A pause ensued before he

but in the end, he simply sighed softly,

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 advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped her in a

resolutely focused on checking on

doorway, Mark

it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see

caught sight

turned their attention to this gentleman

speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

at Mark

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

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

his eyes, an affectionate

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

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

come here just for

think I am here to deliver milk tea to these

into a

savored its warmth, its comfort

upset when I speak to you

for a prolonged

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

hair. The gesture bore a

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea.

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

your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and

Cecilia also wanted

persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

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

that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit

studio, a snowstorm had

coat and offer it to Mark,

need. I’m not

age, it’s

left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be

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

of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

her assistant, ever adept

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow

was engrossed in his laptop,

tonight. Edwin’s been

gaze to

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

his hair and

ahead. Put on your down

snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

some point, Waylen

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

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

milk tea cup

took on an air of

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

silence. She feared her brother’s possible

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

“Waylen.”

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

ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

she approached the

Mark’s flight taken off?

time to visit her and Edwin when he was free.

contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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