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.

assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio accompanying

gaze remained locked

the car

villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained

from Mark. A faint smile graced

fleeting moment, felt a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

a magazine, remarking with nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there

the underlying message

cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached

tenderly graced

brimming with anticipation, queried, “When the snow

remained unspoken,

a candy from his pocket,

his mouth but continued to gaze

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

struggle did not evade Waylen’s

Edwin in his arms, and

and play with Leonel. I need to talk to your

disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless,

his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, Mark had failed to spend more than a few days with

intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he asked, “What are your plans after wrapping

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

family has some

manage them effectively. I’m considering revitalizing

not to push Mark further. Mark’s departure was

he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his

stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet

his

And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk

with an

intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing,

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured,

in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

advertisement, stood in a thin summer

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on

the doorway, Mark stood,

it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb

caught sight

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed

at

with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come

handed to Cecilia.

eyes, an

his touch tender as he secured it in place.

a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

come here just for

I am here to

into a contemplative

tea, she savored its warmth, its

upset when I speak to

lingered on her for a prolonged

am. What’s there to

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

so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the

shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s

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

“Keep it for your breaks. As the new year approaches, let’s go

was enticing. Cecilia also

her

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant

hair and murmured, “We can discuss this

should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the filming

exited the studio, a snowstorm

and offer it

not in

with a grin, “At your age,

Peter opened the car door

brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting

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

of the

crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing

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

her gaze to

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

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t

tenderly ruffled his hair

go ahead. Put on your down

and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open

some point, Waylen had

had changed over the years, all for the

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

milk tea

took on

milk tea? You

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

stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of

“Waylen.”

he advised, “If you’re patient, just

to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

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

off? Was

earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would

much contemplation, she dialed

The call connected…

back her

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