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

said, “Didn’t you go

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained

she

much younger than him and had a childlike

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

slightly as

their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

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

hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender

was the only one, from beginning

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

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

with her and the knowledge that it would

moment she called

was a name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as

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

her tenderly, their bodies

tears were not of physical pain but of sorrow and

night, he indulged himself in

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

broke, Cecilia woke up

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before

with her the entire

her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and

was kicked out of her room, not even having

of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of his

are you still here?” she asked,

to face

looked composed in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his

night?” he asked

but she tried to

so so,” she replied, trying to

Just so so…

he asked 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

His question was direct.

tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for

drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

despondency washing over

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 softly in her

both ashamed

around her waist, and

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

determination to make her reveal

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up

Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

her face away

to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she

uncertain if she might fall

in his mind, she remained

taken a considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end 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 she

took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of

that their relationship would change in

Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things were better left

in the afternoon, Waylen and

she moved all

sofa, tear

from her

and gently covered her

cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped

held her

laying down beside her, gently cradling her

was still in

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

twilight descended, she

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

he cover her with the

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

uncle has returned to

It was getting dark.

and Alexis

Rena, she remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was still his

so she

for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

she stay

the invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

son, urging, “Waylen,

promptly stood up and

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus

mirror, he instructed

was

and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All parents need to

young age, she understood the

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