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 occupied the front, a young boy likely
remained locked
the car vanished from
to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched
him, Mark inquired in a
Mark. A faint smile graced his
a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his
if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there
underlying message
cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side, softly summoning
graced his son’s
gaze brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier,
response remained unspoken, shrouded in
a candy from his pocket, and presented
his mouth
staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of
did not evade Waylen’s
Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms,
upstairs and play with Leonel. I need to talk to
pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,
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
he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and
Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup
the teacup, Mark gazed pensively at the drifting
Waylen’s
hushed
family has some
considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease on
push Mark further. Mark’s departure was
set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too
embracing Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the
slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his
the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups
pulled away with an
visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he
heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too
but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s
blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the
in a thin summer dress. The
biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on
Mark
asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to
her eyes caught sight
their attention to this gentleman of
hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for
looked at Mark
and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss
cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup,
eyes, an affectionate
in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I
tone remained soothing.
come here just
surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these
into
savored its warmth, its comfort
upset when I speak to
lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a
than I am. What’s there to be
ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin
so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance
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
perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended
As the new
proposition was enticing. Cecilia also
could place all her hopes on Mark, she also
broke his promise once again? Mark was
tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now,
should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer.
the studio, a snowstorm had
offer it to Mark, had his offer
I’m not
a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good
Peter opened the
that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True,
the same
of the situation, eventually
crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people,
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour
was engrossed in his laptop,
gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s
gaze
a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in the
Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to
ruffled his hair and
go ahead. Put on your
complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears
point, Waylen had ceased
had changed
and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded
milk tea cup
on an air of
you the milk tea? You seem quite
lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible
cast her a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a
“Waylen.”
to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you
ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the
tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the
Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe
time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent
contemplation, she dialed a
The call connected…
back her
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