A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1061-1070

At times, he didn’t even know whom to blame. ©

Or, who should bear the burden of guilt.

The atmosphere felt a little somber, and Rena couldn’t help but feel down as well.

Whenever he spoke to her in such a gentle manner, she couldn’t help but imagine that they had returned to the past.

But going back was never easy, especially when they had reached this point.

Looking at Waylen, tears welled up in Rena’s eyes as she said, “It’s better for us to remain like this now.”

Waylen wasn’t known for being tender with women, but Rena had a way of melting him.

He was no stranger to romantic feelings and could sense that Rena desired him, but she was also afraid.

He didn’t approach her aggressively, instead gently running his fingers through her long hair, he murmured, “Ill return the diary and voice recorder to you.”. ©

Rena was taken aback by his words.

He got up to retrieve the items. After a moment, he placed them in her hand. She lifted her head slightly, and her lips parted slightly as if she was about to say something.

He truly wanted to kiss her.

To kiss her passionately, with his tongue…

He knew that in truth, she couldn’t get him off her mind.

Waylen leaned in closer, and her long eyelashes fluttered nervously.

But he hadn’t kissed her in the end.

Rena felt a bit embarrassed.

He smiled softly and lightly brushed her soft, red lips with his thumb. “Don’t see me as a substitute! If you want to kiss me, you should tell me.”

He was infuriating. Rena darted away with the diary and the recorder pen.

Waylen didn’t chase after her.

He sat quietly, reminiscing about his conversation with Mark last night.

After a while, Rena’s face resurfaced in his mind.

He believed he truly liked her. Otherwise, why would he willingly let his sister be with that ‘old man!

Their lovemaking session last night had been intense. He wasn’t deaf. How could he not hear it?

The bedroom door creaked open as Mark stepped inside.

He found Cecilia diligently cleaning the room and changing the bed sheets.

It was a shame that she had to take on this task herself, too embarrassed to order the servants to handle the aftermath of their passionate night.

Mark quietly observed her for a moment, realizing that household chores weren’t her forte.

Although she tried her best, the sheet wasn’t coming clean, and she ended up getting her clothes wet in the process.

“Let me do it,” Mark whispered, stepping closer to her.

Cecilia’s cheeks turned crimson, and she couldn’t meet his gaze since the memories of last night flooded her mind.

Mark gently held her shoulders and guided her to the side.

Cecilia didn’t argue with him and washed her hands silently.

He didn’t mind taking over, knowing well how to handle household chores from his college days when he lived in a rental apartment and manage everything on his own.

With dexterity, he cleaned the sheet.

It took longer than usual due to the intensity of their lovemaking.

Finally, the pinkish sheet was hung on the balcony to dry.

However, Mark didn’t leave.

Instead, he leaned against the balcony, lit a cigarette, and gazed at the delicate hue of the sheet, reminiscent of Cecilia’s sweet personality, with his narrow and long eyes.

As he looked back on last night, he knew it was an accident.

After chatting with Korbyn, he had intended to return to his own room to rest.

However, he found Edwin lying on his bed, exhaling warm breath through his nose.

The child was a testament to his and Cecilia’s relationship.

As he stared at his son silently while sitting on the edge of the bed, he couldn’t help but feel captivated by his exquisite appearance.

At that moment, the sound of high heels echoed from downstairs.

He knew he shouldn’t have gone out, considering Cecilia was the only person returning home at that hour.

Unable to resist the longing to see her again, in the end, he had stepped out.

‘She was tipsy.

When she looked at him with her watery eyes, she exuded a charming femininity mixed with innocence that he found hard to resist.

“Did you drink?” he inquired, gently holding her up.

Too drunk to evade him, she looked straight into his eyes.

It was a gaze that stirred something within him—a mixture of longing and desire due to the pile of work and recent abstinent lifestyle.

Despite these feelings, he remained composed and guided her to her bedroom.

As she lay on the soft bed, he handed her a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table.

“Drink some water and take off your clothes before going to sleep,” he advised in a caring manner.

Her crystal-clear eyes remained fixed on him for a while.

Then, she buried her face in the quilt, careful enough not to make a sound

that

shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go

audibly, but her trembling

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was revealed to

she was indeed

age, she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she once

wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to kiss

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

to lose its meaning as they lay

in Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely,

he was the only one,

like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and

fingers against her glamorous

Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in

the knowledge that it would be difficult for

moment she called

and when she had referred to him as

name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

of physical pain but of sorrow

of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment

was because she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to

broke, Cecilia woke up

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

with her the entire

he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked,

not even having the time to fasten his

footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of his

you still here?” she asked, her

to face

iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm

you feel good last night?” he asked gently,

but she tried to act

she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the past year. Have

His question was direct.

anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like

his cigarette, his

despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave

hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her ear, he asked, “Are they as good

felt both ashamed

struggled as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re

fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming on his

you

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears

shifted his focus, caressing her gently to satisfy

face away and urged him

he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her.

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she frequently went

she might fall in love with someone

mind, she remained somewhat

had taken a considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being

blame her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

their relationship would change in

the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent,

Waylen and

the second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all her things away, the basic

sofa, tear stains evident on her

slipped from her

up and gently covered

away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a

held her close, and he missed

couldn’t resist laying down beside her,

in a deep

some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping

twilight descended, she

draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently watching

cover her with the

in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with

to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had

lead him on, so

cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any

she stay

the invitation, but she made sure to

son, urging, “Waylen, see them

and grabbed

Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her,

inside the car, Waylen returned

instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten

was a

up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is

she understood the

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