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.

observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy

gaze remained locked on

the car

to the villa’s grand hall, Mark

from him, Mark inquired in a low

from Mark. A faint smile graced

of envy. He took

considering relinquishing everything

the underlying message in Waylen’s

a playful demeanor about him. His cheeks held a rosy hue

touch tenderly graced his

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

unspoken,

a candy from his pocket, and presented it

mouth but

bask in the joy of making his son happy. But he needed to depart, a multitude of matters requiring his attention at

did not evade

taking Edwin in his arms, and patted

with Leonel. I need to talk

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

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

intricacies between Mark and Cecilia.

might reconcile with Mark still lingering in his heart, Waylen personally poured a cup of tea for Mark, After a contemplative pause, he

teacup, Mark gazed pensively at

Waylen’s

hushed and

family has some

them effectively. I’m considering

push Mark further. Mark’s departure was scheduled

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

the waiting car,

his gaze forward with his mesmerizing,

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

pulled away with an

aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly

pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe

but in the end, he simply sighed

blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid

the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement

remained resolutely focused on checking on the

doorway, Mark stood, his gaze

it was essential for her livelihood. Mark

eyes caught sight

turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified

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

looked at Mark

and explained, “Mr. Evans

steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the

his eyes, an affectionate

his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently,

of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood

you come here just for

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

into a contemplative

its warmth, its comfort diffusing

when I speak to you

lingered on her for a prolonged

am. What’s

The gesture

tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to

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

were poised to resume shooting. Pearl

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

Cecilia also

her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on

broke his promise once again? Mark

and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus

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

the studio, a snowstorm had

coat and offer it to Mark, had

not

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

Peter

his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old,

emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s

to make the best of the situation, eventually completing

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

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

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

on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop,

gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow

gaze

gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I

Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring

tenderly ruffled his hair and

ahead. Put on your down

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

some point, Waylen had ceased

at his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all

to retain her innocence, shielded

milk tea cup sat

on an

you the milk tea?

pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared

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

“Waylen.”

for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t stop

that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia

milk tea, she approached the French window.

Mark’s flight taken off? Was he

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

she dialed a

The call connected…

back

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