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 she was

shoulder and said, “Didn’t

audibly, but her trembling

he gently pulled her back, her

discovered that she

her age, she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded

it was wrong, he

felt her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s

was the only one, from beginning

cried like a little girl, her heart torn

fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

he coaxed in a low

torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to walk

she called

and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it

the weight of their

bodies

physical pain but of

the cover of night, he indulged himself in

him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

handsome face magnified before her, lying

with

groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and

not even having the time to

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him

you still here?” she asked, her

turned to face

iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite

he asked gently,

she tried to

she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

eyes as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on

His question was direct.

to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping

cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

over her, and the urge to leave

easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked,

felt both

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

“Mark!

doing? We’re on

Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears

shifted his focus, caressing her

she turned her face away and urged him

himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went

powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with

all, in his mind, she

risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find peace within

her. The hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

every word

feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more

and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way

shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things were better

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark

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

the sofa, tear stains evident on

from her

it up and gently covered her

with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a man from

he held her

resist laying down beside her, gently

still in

by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was finally

descended, she

and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently

cover her with

Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity,

want to lead him on, so she kept her distance,

she cared deeply for her two children, she

insisted she stay

Rena accepted the invitation, but she made sure to leave after

at his son, urging, “Waylen,

and

boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

raised his eyes to gaze at her,

car, Waylen returned Marcus to

he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten the

was a challenge, so Waylen

and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is

young age, she understood the

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