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.

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

remained locked

car

hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a

from him, Mark inquired in a low

from Mark. A faint smile graced

a hint of envy. He took a sip

relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t be any

discerned the underlying

Edwin bounded down the stairs, a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a

tenderly graced his son’s

anticipation, queried, “When the snow gets heavier, can

response remained unspoken, shrouded

retrieved a candy from

in his mouth but continued to

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

struggle did not evade

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and

with Leonel. I

Nevertheless, he obediently ascended

Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him

in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their

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

Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed and

has some

struggling to manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing these ventures, giving them a fresh lease on

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

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

into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car,

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his

a pit stop halfway. I

pulled away with an understanding

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

weight. A pause ensued before he

comfort, but in the end, he simply

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

shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on the

the doorway, Mark stood, his

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

her eyes caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention

in hushed

at Mark

warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check

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

his eyes, an affectionate

his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are.

words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia

come here just

I am here to deliver milk tea

fell into a

milk tea, she savored its

you not upset when I speak

on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

am. What’s there to

her hair. The

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire

as he continued, “Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone

perplexed by his heartfelt advice. Just then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended

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

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

all her hopes on Mark, she also had

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of

discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping

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

the studio, a snowstorm had

remove his coat and offer it to Mark,

need. I’m not in

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

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

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

At the same time,

exerted herself to make the best of

ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where

Waylen was engrossed in

here tonight. Edwin’s been

gaze to her

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

to Edwin, Cecilia

tenderly ruffled his hair

Put on your

snowball fight. Laughter and

Waylen had

had changed over the years, all for the

yet Waylen longed for her to retain

milk tea

on an air of

buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached

her lips, choosing silence.

and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re

“Waylen.”

scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I

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

the milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off? Was

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

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

sniffed back her

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