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

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

but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

pulled her back, her tear-stained

that she

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

it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

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

met, and their bodies intertwined,

lay

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

was the only one, from

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting

slender fingers against her glamorous

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his

feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it

called

had referred

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

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

physical pain but of sorrow

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like

broke, Cecilia

Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying

had stayed with her the entire

woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his

room, not even having the time to fasten

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out

still here?” she asked, her voice

to face

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

good last night?” he asked gently, concerned

flushed, but she

she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

as 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

cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

over her,

tossing away the cigarette butt he

both

tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even

did you

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to satisfy

away and urged

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

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently went on blind

stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love

all, in his mind, she remained somewhat

risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and

couldn’t blame her. The hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of

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

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

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark

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

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from her

and gently covered her with a

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

been a while since he held her close,

laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

still in

insomnia for quite some time, but right

the twilight descended, she

her, and she saw

cover her with the

She didn’t want to stay

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed

In this moment, he had an

lead him on, so she kept

children, she avoided any emotional

insisted she stay

Rena accepted the invitation, but she

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

promptly stood up and grabbed the

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone,

baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

Alexis looked up and happily announced,

her young age, she understood the concept

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