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

knew that she was

patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling

pulled her back, her tear-stained face was

she

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

it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

opened slightly as if she was waiting for

their bodies intertwined, exchanging

meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes

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

her heart, he was the only one, from beginning

her heart

his slender fingers against her

in

with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would

the moment she called him

referred to him as “Uncle

weight of their history together—a

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

physical

cover of night, he indulged himself in this

later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

handsome face magnified before her, lying

with

up when he felt her stirring. He placed

not even having the time to fasten

of Cecilia approaching him

she

turned to face

his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age,

he asked gently, concerned about her

but she tried to

replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

tell him. It might look like she was still waiting

drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

washing over her, and the urge to leave

let her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering

both ashamed

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

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the balcony!”

his fingers, his determination to make

did you have

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

away and urged

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

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew

her, uncertain if she might

mind, she remained

If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never

hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every

indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of

been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would

the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained

Waylen and Mark concluded their

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

on the sofa, tear

from

picked it up and gently covered her

Whispers escaped him, “I’m

had been a while since he held her close, and he missed

beside her, gently cradling her

still in a

been plagued by insomnia for quite some time,

descended,

noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning

he cover her with the

said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

Alexis

with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if

him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold

cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any

she stay

invitation, but she made sure to leave

his son,

stood up and

carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is quite

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing

Waylen returned

instructed in a

in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our

young age, she

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