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.

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

gaze remained

car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

from him, Mark inquired in a low voice.

nothing from Mark. A faint

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

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

the underlying

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

tenderly graced

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

response remained unspoken, shrouded

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and

candy in his mouth but continued

for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But

did not evade Waylen’s

in his arms, and

and play with Leonel. I

of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he obediently

his father, Mark 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

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

cup of tea for Mark, After

gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

family has some

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

Mark’s departure was scheduled

around two. Waylen understood his reasons

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

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed

pit stop halfway.

with

Evans intended to visit Cecilia.

A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s

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

heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused

the doorway, Mark stood,

appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood.

eyes caught sight

their attention to this gentleman

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

at Mark

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

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

his eyes, an affectionate

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

hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

you come here just for

surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver

into a contemplative

the milk tea, she savored its warmth,

upset when I speak to

gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment

I am. What’s there

her hair. The gesture

no desire to disrupt the

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 you to

were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it

new year approaches, let’s go

Cecilia also

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

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

hair and murmured, “We can discuss this

departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm

his coat and offer it

need. I’m not

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

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter

brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a

emotions deep. At the same

to make the best of the situation, eventually

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

tonight. Edwin’s been

turned her gaze to her

a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in the

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his

go ahead. Put

Leonel in 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

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

milk tea cup

tone took on an air

tea? You

her lips, choosing silence.

a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of

“Waylen.”

gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him

with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the living

approached the

flight taken off? Was he

Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was

much contemplation, she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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