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

“Didn’t

her trembling shoulders

her tear-stained

that she was indeed

much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

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

met, and their bodies

lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender

her heart, he was the only one, from beginning to

heart torn between

fingers against

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

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

moment she called him

referred to him as “Uncle

call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history

tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

of physical pain but of sorrow

indulged himself in this tender moment of

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

dawn broke, Cecilia

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

with her the

feeling a bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand

was kicked out of her room, not even having the time to fasten

footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him

here?” she asked, her

turned to

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

feel good last night?” he asked gently, concerned

but she tried to act

she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

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

cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

wave of despondency washing over her,

waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just

felt both ashamed

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the balcony!”

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

did you

“No! No one else!”

tears welling

tears away, Mark shifted his focus,

turned her face away

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

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently went on

she might fall

all, in his mind, she remained somewhat

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

hatred

But she hadn’t.

every

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

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

the shift, but they remained

in the afternoon, Waylen

Although she moved all her things away, the basic furniture

on the sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from

it up and gently covered her with

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

while since he held her close,

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her

still in a deep

time, but right now, she was

descended, she

noticed the blanket draped over her, and she

cover her with

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

to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed

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

didn’t want to lead him on, so she kept

deeply for her two children, she

she stay for

she made sure to leave

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen, see

and grabbed the

boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but

Waylen returned

mirror, he instructed in a

baby in her arms was a challenge, so

the warm and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily

her young age, she

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