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.

the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from

remained

car

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched

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

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

hint of envy. He took a sip of tea

magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any further

discerned the underlying message

down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

touch tenderly graced his son’s

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

remained unspoken, shrouded

retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

his mouth but continued to gaze at

to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a

did not evade

out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted him

I need to talk to your

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

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

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was complex, after

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

pensively at

Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed and thoughtful,

family has

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

further. Mark’s

out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too

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

leather gloves, fixed his

make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups

pulled away with an understanding

was well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be

A pause ensued before he

end, he simply sighed softly,

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

absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on

Mark

Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her

eyes caught

turned their attention to this gentleman of

in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is

looked at

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

handed to

eyes, an

coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I

tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

you come here just

his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I

into a contemplative

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

I speak

prolonged moment before a

than I am. What’s

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

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire

of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch and cooking nutritious food

heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward

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

proposition was enticing. Cecilia also

she could place all her hopes on Mark, she

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

discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping

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

Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had

coat and offer it to

not in

age, it’s best

speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened

on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be

sighed, his emotions deep. At the same time,

best of the

ever adept with people, personally paid for

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa

was engrossed in his

his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been

gaze

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

her debt to Edwin, Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his hair

Put on

and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in

some point, Waylen had ceased

in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship

Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

tea cup sat

tone took on an

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite

her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s

you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought

“Waylen.”

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

be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone

the

Mark’s flight taken off? Was

her and Edwin when he was free. If

she dialed a

The call connected…

back her

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