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

her shoulder and said, “Didn’t

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was revealed

discovered that she was

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

was wrong, he couldn’t resist

as if she was

their bodies intertwined, exchanging

meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes

a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one can

the only one, from

girl, her heart torn between wanting him

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

cry, Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in

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

she called him “Mark,”

she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as

weight of their

their bodies seeking solace

physical pain but

indulged himself in this tender moment

she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline

broke, Cecilia woke up

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her in her

with her

woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and

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

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped

are you still here?” she asked, her

to face

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

you feel good last night?” he asked

but she tried to act

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

His question was direct.

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

his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

let her go 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.

both ashamed

struggled as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on the balcony!”

his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering,

did you

“No! No one else!”

tears welling

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

turned her face away and

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

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she frequently went

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

all, in his mind, she

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

couldn’t blame her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

every

an indescribable sense of psychological

intimate, and it was inevitable that their

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

afternoon, Waylen and

found Rena. Although she

asleep on the sofa, tear stains

from

picked it up and gently covered her with

fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you

her

beside her, gently

still in a

time, but right now,

twilight descended, she stirred

blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against

her with

through her long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t

has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, 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 never divorced, and she was

so she kept her distance, maintaining a

she cared deeply for her two children, she avoided

she

the invitation, but she made sure

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

up and grabbed the car

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

inside the car, Waylen

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed

her arms was a challenge, so Waylen

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

age, she understood

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