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.

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

remained

car vanished

Mark found

inquired in a low

nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask

relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project

the underlying message

him. His cheeks held a

touch tenderly graced his

the snow gets heavier, can you

remained unspoken,

a candy from his

mouth but continued to gaze at

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

did not evade

Edwin in his arms, and patted

Leonel. I need to talk to your

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

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 sense the turmoil

in the intricacies between

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

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting snowflakes

Waylen’s

reply, hushed and

has some

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

to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

earlier, around two.

Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the

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

halfway. I want

away with an

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

before he softly murmured, “I owe them too

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

was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing

a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant

resolutely focused on

the doorway, Mark stood, his

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

eyes caught sight

turned their attention to this gentleman

and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia,

at

“Mr. Evans

was handed to

eyes, an affectionate Light

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

reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily

here just for

then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these

fell into a contemplative

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

you not upset when I speak to you

a prolonged moment before a smile

than I am. What’s

and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of

desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that

Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As

to resume shooting.

it for your breaks. As the new year approaches,

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also wanted

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

his promise once again? Mark

hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up

he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see

the studio, a snowstorm had

his coat and offer it to Mark, had his offer

not

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

was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the

he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True,

his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

make the best of the

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

was engrossed

he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing

turned her gaze to

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his

go ahead. Put

Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the

point, Waylen had ceased his

had changed over

her to retain her

tea

on

the milk tea? You

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

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

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

approached the French

taken off? Was he safe

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

she

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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