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 entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a
remained locked on
the car vanished
Mark found Waylen perched
him, Mark inquired in a low
nothing from Mark. A faint
hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to
magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project
discerned the underlying message in
playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning
touch tenderly graced his
the snow gets heavier, can
unspoken, shrouded in
on his lap, retrieved a candy from his
candy in his mouth but
happy. But
did not
Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in
play with Leonel. I need to talk to your
pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended
father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him.
from intervening in the intricacies between Mark
with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up
gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes
Waylen’s
reply, hushed and thoughtful,
family has
is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering
further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in
set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all
the heavy snow. As he stepped into the
slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward
studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to
with an
visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll
heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I
contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly,
snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid
absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her
biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking
doorway, Mark stood, his gaze
had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood.
eyes caught sight of
onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman
hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for
looked at
Peter distributed cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the
to Cecilia. Clasping the warm
his eyes, an affectionate Light
shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer of
his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied,
you come here just for
you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these
into a
its
not upset when I speak to you
lingered on her for a prolonged
much younger than I am. What’s there to be
hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that
desire to disrupt the serene ambiance
you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember
by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward
he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to
proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted
persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also
once again? Mark was cognizant
and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus
lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her
Mark exited the studio,
remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had
need. I’m not
“At your age, it’s best to take good
gaffe, Peter opened the car door for
away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may
At the same
of
for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen
the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing
his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing
turned her gaze
he pleaded,
debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to
ruffled his hair
go ahead. Put on
Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment
some point, Waylen
recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all
her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then
tea cup
on an air of
you the milk tea? You seem
pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her
quite stubborn this afternoon?
“Waylen.”
to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient,
the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left
approached the French window. Outside, the
taken off? Was he
Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when
much contemplation, she dialed a
The call connected…
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