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

gaze remained locked

the car vanished from

villa’s grand hall, Mark found

inquired in a low voice. “Have

from Mark. A faint

a hint of envy. He took a sip of tea to mask his

nonchalance, “Mark, if you’re considering relinquishing everything for Cecilia, the project is nearly done, and there shouldn’t

underlying message in

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

touch tenderly graced his

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

remained unspoken,

his lap, retrieved a candy from his

the candy in his mouth

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

did not

in

with Leonel. I need to talk

pout of disappointment graced Edwin’s tender features. Nevertheless, he

more than a few days with him. He couldn’t even promise him a snowball fight. Waylen, attuned to Mark’s mood, could sense the

between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment was

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

Mark gazed pensively at the drifting

comprehended Waylen’s unspoken

reply, hushed

has

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

Mark’s departure was scheduled

two. Waylen understood his

into the waiting car, Peter

slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

halfway. I want to buy cups

with an

to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added,

pause ensued before he

in the end, he simply sighed

of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly

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

the doorway, Mark stood,

though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her

her eyes caught sight of

onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of

recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for

at

with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans

tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

eyes, an affectionate Light

he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you

of reproach, his tone remained

here

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

into

savored its

upset when I speak to you that

lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

I am. What’s there to be

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

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene

of and him.

then, the cameras were poised to resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat and extended it toward Mark. Yet, Mark declined the

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

While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child

promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal

can discuss this later.

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

the studio, a snowstorm had

and offer it to Mark, had his

I’m not in

Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care

his gaffe, Peter opened the

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

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

herself to make the best of the situation,

declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to dine

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided,

was engrossed in his laptop, managing official

here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly

turned her gaze to her

hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to

Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to

ruffled his hair

Put on your down

Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter

Waylen

much Cecilia had changed

had matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded

tea cup sat

took on an air

Mark buy you the milk tea?

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

stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved

“Waylen.”

“If you’re patient, just

to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the

she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had

taken off? Was

taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she

she

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