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, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely

remained

car

Mark

in a

from Mark. A

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of

nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project

the underlying message

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks

tenderly graced his

his gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can you build

response remained unspoken,

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it

candy in his mouth

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

did not evade Waylen’s

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

play with Leonel. I need

tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently ascended the stairs.

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

intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

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

pensively at the drifting snowflakes

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and

has

is struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them

chose not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure

two. Waylen understood his

into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist

his gaze

pit stop halfway. I want

with an

aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

ensued before he softly

the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth

landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment

remained resolutely focused

doorway, Mark stood, his

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

her eyes caught sight of

their attention to this

speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here

looked at Mark

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

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

an affectionate

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

words carried a hint of reproach, his tone

come here

I am here to deliver milk

into a

milk tea, she savored its warmth, its comfort diffusing through her

when I

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a

am. What’s there to be upset

The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a

Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped

shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and

new year approaches, let’s

Cecilia

While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child

broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s

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

should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

to remove his coat and offer it to

not

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

Peter opened the car door for

sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old,

the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after

herself to make the best of

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late

engrossed in his

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

turned her gaze to her

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

to Edwin, Cecilia

his hair and

go ahead. Put on your

their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears

point, Waylen had ceased

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

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

tea

on an air

buy you the milk tea?

silence. She feared her brother’s

this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he

“Waylen.”

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

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was

tea, she approached the French window. Outside,

taken off? Was

in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he

she

The call connected…

back

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