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

gaze remained

the car vanished

the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen

inquired in a low voice. “Have

withheld nothing from Mark. A faint smile graced

moment, felt a hint of envy. He

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

the underlying message

him. His cheeks held a rosy hue as he approached Mark’s side,

tenderly graced his

“When the snow gets heavier, can you build a

response remained unspoken,

a candy from his pocket,

his mouth but continued to gaze

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

did not evade

Edwin in his arms,

with Leonel. I need to talk to your

tender features. Nevertheless, he

Edwin already yearned for his father’s companionship. Yet, as his father, 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 sense the turmoil within

intricacies between Mark and Cecilia. Their attachment

in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for

the teacup, Mark gazed pensively

comprehended Waylen’s

hushed and thoughtful,

has

effectively. I’m considering

further. Mark’s departure was scheduled for

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

his leather gloves, fixed his

a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups

away with an

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

heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them

end, he simply sighed softly,

of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the

stood in a thin summer dress. The moment

the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking

Mark stood, his gaze

work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark

her eyes caught

onlookers, too, turned their attention

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

at Mark

cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss

of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached

his eyes, an affectionate Light

it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I

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

here

you think I am here to deliver milk tea

fell into a contemplative

its warmth, its comfort diffusing

upset when I speak

her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his

than I am. What’s there to be

hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin

touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt

“Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He’s prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch and cooking nutritious

resume shooting. Pearl retrieved the coat

new

was enticing. Cecilia

all her hopes on Mark, she also had

if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark

hair and murmured, “We can discuss this

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

the studio, a snowstorm had

and offer it to Mark, had

I’m not in

with a grin, “At your age, it’s best

Peter opened the car door for

on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I

At the same time, Cecilia’s mood

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where

Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

her gaze to her

subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want

to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself

ruffled his hair and

go ahead. Put on your

snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted

point, Waylen had ceased

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

astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain

tea cup

on an air

Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem

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

her a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now

“Waylen.”

advised, “If you’re patient,

with Rena. Cecilia was

the milk tea, she approached the French window.

Mark’s 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

she

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