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.

Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely

gaze remained locked

the car vanished from

Mark found Waylen

a low voice. “Have you regained

nothing from Mark. A faint

envy.

if you’re considering relinquishing everything for

the underlying message

playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held

graced his

“When the snow gets heavier, can

response remained unspoken, shrouded

a candy from his pocket, and presented it to

placed the candy in his mouth but continued to gaze

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

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Waylen reached out, taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

play with Leonel. I need

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

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

he refrained from intervening in the intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

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

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

hushed and

has

I’m considering revitalizing these

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for four in the

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen

the waiting car, Peter couldn’t

leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

pulled away with

visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I

he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of

of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air

heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer

biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on

Mark stood, his gaze

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

eyes caught

their attention to this

director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried

at

warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping

an affectionate Light

over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you

carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice

you come here

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

fell into

its

not upset when I

prolonged

than I am. What’s

he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has

poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and

the new year approaches, let’s go to Czanch, you, Edwin, and I.

was enticing. Cecilia also wanted to

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

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

and murmured, “We can discuss this later.

he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually,

studio, a snowstorm had

offer

need. I’m not

with a grin, “At your age,

Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his

brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and

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

best of the situation, eventually completing the

dinner, her assistant, ever adept with

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown

couch, Waylen was engrossed in his

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

gaze to

he pleaded, “I

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

his hair

go ahead. Put on your down

their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through

Waylen had

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

had matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s

milk tea cup

tone took on an air

milk tea? You seem quite attached to

lips, choosing silence. She feared her

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

“Waylen.”

her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for

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

approached the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off? Was

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

she

The call connected…

sniffed back

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