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

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

her tear-stained

discovered that she

had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she once

wrong, he couldn’t

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

bodies intertwined, exchanging

they lay entangled, their

in Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no

the only one, from beginning

cried like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face,

in a low voice, his

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

the moment she called him “Mark,” everything

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

weight of their history together—a history

bodies

physical pain but of sorrow and

night, he indulged himself

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

Cecilia woke

before her, lying beside her in

with her the entire

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

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

footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of his

still here?” she asked, her voice

turned to

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

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

she tried to act

so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the past year. Have you had sex with other

His question was direct.

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

drag of his cigarette, his

over

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 softly in her ear, he asked, “Are they as good as

felt both ashamed

as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist,

“Mark!

you doing? We’re

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

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in

shifted his focus, caressing her gently to

away and urged him to

in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently

uncertain if she might fall in love

his mind,

her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being

blame her. The hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

every word she

an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

that their relationship

the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

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

the sofa, tear stains evident

from

up and gently covered her with a

wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here.

held her close, and he

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her

still in

for quite some time, but right

descended, she stirred

up, Rena noticed the blanket draped over her, and she

cover her with

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

to

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her time

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

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

deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

insisted she

but she made

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

stood up and grabbed the

to take the boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

took 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

the car, Waylen returned

mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten the

was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open

age, she understood the concept of

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