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

audibly, but her

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face

she

younger than him and had a childlike

wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

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

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

glistened in Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender

heart, he was the only

little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and

his slender fingers against her glamorous face,

cry, Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions

her and the knowledge that it would

the moment she called

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

felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who

their bodies

tears were not of physical pain but of sorrow

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender

couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their

broke, Cecilia

magnified before her, lying beside her in

stayed with her the

a bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He

not even

a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him

you still here?” she asked, her

turned to

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

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

flushed, but she tried to act

replied, trying

Just so so…

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 sex

His question was direct.

with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him,

drag of his cigarette, his

over her, and the

tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly

felt both

her waist, and his

“Mark!

doing? We’re

his fingers, his determination to make her

you have

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up in

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

away and

fully immerse 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 in her ear. “I felt good

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went

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

his mind, she

for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never

couldn’t blame her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the

inevitable that their relationship would change in some way

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

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all

on the sofa, tear stains evident

from

up and gently covered her

her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you

held her close, and he missed the warmth

beside her, gently cradling her

in a deep

insomnia for quite some time,

twilight descended, she stirred

over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the

cover her

her fingers through her long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him,

returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had

didn’t want to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold

deeply for her two children,

insisted she stay

Rena accepted the invitation, but she made sure

glared at his son, urging,

and grabbed the car

to take the boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

moment, their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing Marcus in Waylen’s

the car, Waylen returned

the rearview mirror, he instructed in a

in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen

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

young age, she understood the concept

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