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.

to the car. Her assistant

gaze remained locked

the car vanished

Mark found Waylen perched on a

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained

from Mark. A faint smile graced his

a hint of envy. He

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

underlying message

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

graced his son’s

his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets

response remained unspoken, shrouded

on his lap, retrieved a candy from

his mouth but continued to

of making his son happy. But

internal struggle did

in his

I need to talk to

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

had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could

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

Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked,

gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

has

effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these

further. Mark’s departure

two. Waylen understood

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

his gaze forward with

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy

pulled away with

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

weight. A pause ensued before he softly

but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth

a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air

in a thin summer dress.

she remained resolutely focused on checking

Mark stood, his gaze

asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose

caught sight of

their attention to this gentleman

hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he

looked at Mark

a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has

to Cecilia. Clasping the

an

off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he

his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

come here just

“Do you think I am here to deliver

fell into a

the milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort

you not upset when I speak to you that

for a prolonged

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

last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

and him. He’s

perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved

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

enticing. Cecilia also

her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was

smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this

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

studio,

remove his coat and offer it to Mark,

need. I’m not

a grin, “At your age, it’s best

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

“True, I may

same time,

exerted herself to make the best of

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had

engrossed in

here tonight. Edwin’s been

her gaze to her

approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

tenderly ruffled his hair

Put on your

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

some point, Waylen had

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

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

tea cup sat

on an air

the milk tea? You seem quite attached

choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

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

“Waylen.”

scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t stop

Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

tea, she approached the

taken off? Was he

the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost

she

The call connected…

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