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.
after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio accompanying
remained locked on
car
Mark found Waylen perched on
a low voice. “Have you regained
Mark. A faint smile
fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea
a 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
underlying message in Waylen’s
Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side,
tenderly graced his son’s
“When the snow gets heavier, can you
remained unspoken, shrouded in
Edwin on his lap, retrieved a candy from his pocket, and presented it
mouth but continued to
for staying, to bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a
internal struggle did not evade
out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted
play with Leonel. I need
Edwin’s 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
the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment
that Cecilia might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping up
pensively at the drifting snowflakes
comprehended Waylen’s
reply, hushed
family has
struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a
further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the
out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all
embracing Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist
gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,
And make a pit stop halfway. I
with
aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to see
ensued before
contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing
of snow. Chilling gusts swept
the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped
remained resolutely focused
the doorway, Mark stood, his
insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although
her eyes caught sight
too, turned their attention to this gentleman of
Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here
looked at
of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some
tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia
an
shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place.
carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice
come here just
quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk
into a
milk tea, she savored its warmth,
I
on her for a prolonged moment before a
I am.
and tenderly ruffled her hair. The
so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that
up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s
were poised to resume
soft murmur, he relayed, “Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you,
was enticing. Cecilia
her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on
broke his promise once again? Mark
and murmured, “We can discuss this later.
have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were
exited the studio, a
poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had
not in
age,
his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his
snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife
At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after
of
for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally
Cecilia yearned for Edwin.
to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa
Waylen was engrossed
Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing
her gaze to
a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want
her debt to Edwin, Cecilia
ruffled his hair
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 welled in Cecilia’s
point, Waylen
in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for
to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell
milk tea cup sat
tone took on
buy you the milk tea? You
silence. She feared her brother’s possible
stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a
“Waylen.”
“If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family.
Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena.
approached the French
flight taken off?
time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more time with
she
The call connected…
sniffed back
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