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.

after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the

remained locked on

the car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark

in a low

nothing from Mark. A faint

moment, felt a hint of envy.

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

the underlying

the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

graced his son’s

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

unspoken, shrouded

candy from his pocket, and

candy in his mouth but continued

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

struggle did

reached out, taking Edwin in his

I need to talk to your

Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball

from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex,

personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

has some

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

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen

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

off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze

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

away with an understanding

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

weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

end, he simply sighed

snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to

shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped her

cold, she remained resolutely focused on

doorway, Mark

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

eyes caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman

speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

looked at

assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans

to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia

his eyes, an affectionate Light

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

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

here just for

“Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea

into a contemplative

the milk tea, she savored its warmth,

not upset when I speak

her for a prolonged moment before a smile

younger than I am. What’s there to be

out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The

no desire to disrupt the

Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever.

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

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

was enticing. Cecilia

place all her hopes

Mark broke his promise once again? Mark

discuss this

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

the studio, a

to remove his coat and offer it

not in

with a grin, “At your age, it’s

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

“True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide

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

herself to make the best of the situation, eventually

assistant, ever adept with people, personally

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

engrossed in his laptop, managing official

tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in

gaze to her

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

go ahead. Put on

and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter

some point, Waylen had

his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over

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

tea cup

took on an

milk tea? You seem quite attached to

silence. She

afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup

“Waylen.”

“If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I

the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left

tea, she approached the French window. Outside,

flight taken off?

regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with

contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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