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

and said, “Didn’t you go on a date? What

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

her back, her tear-stained face was revealed to

that she was

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

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

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

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the

felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her

heart, he was the only one, from beginning

like a little girl, her heart

against her

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own

torn between staying with her and the knowledge

called him

was a name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark”

him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who bore

tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

tears were not of physical pain but of sorrow

cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender

that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting a flame—irresistible and

dawn broke, Cecilia

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

stayed with her the

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

not even having the time to fasten his

of Cecilia approaching him

are you still here?” she asked,

to face

suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age,

you feel good last night?” he asked gently, concerned about

cheeks flushed, but she tried to

replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates

His question was direct.

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

his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

washing over

butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to

felt both ashamed

tightened around her waist, and

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on the balcony!”

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

did you

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up in her

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

face away and urged him to stop.

fully immerse himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she frequently went

was powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall

mind, she remained somewhat

up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find peace within

hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical

that their relationship

shift, but they remained silent,

the afternoon, Waylen

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

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains

slipped from her

picked it up and gently covered her

his slender fingers. Whispers

held her close, and he missed

beside her, gently cradling her in his

was still in

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

twilight descended,

draped over her, and she

he cover her with

didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly made her

to

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis

Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense

so

for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

insisted she stay for

she made sure to leave after the

son, urging, “Waylen, see

up and grabbed the

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

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

car, Waylen returned Marcus to

instructed in a hushed tone,

was

was the warm and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open

her young age, she understood the concept of

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