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

and said, “Didn’t

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling

pulled her back, her

discovered that she was

had a childlike temperament that always reminded him

was wrong, he couldn’t

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

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

meaning as they lay entangled, their

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

the only one,

little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close

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

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

the knowledge that it would be

she called him

had referred to him

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

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

of physical pain but of sorrow and

he indulged himself in this tender moment of

lust at all. They surrendered

broke, Cecilia woke

face magnified before her, lying beside

stayed with her the

Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his

he was kicked out of her room, not

the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of his

you still here?” she asked, her

to face

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

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

but she tried to

replied, trying to

Just so so…

as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed

His question was direct.

been 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

cigarette, his

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

wouldn’t 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 and

her waist, and

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on

with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the

did you have

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in her

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

she turned her face away and urged

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

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she frequently went

if she might fall in love

in his mind, she remained somewhat

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

The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every

took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological

and it was inevitable that their relationship would

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

Waylen and Mark

Rena. Although she moved all her things away, the basic furniture

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

from

and gently covered her with

his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why

a while since he held her close, and he

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling

still in a

by insomnia for quite some time, but right now,

twilight descended, she stirred

over her, and

cover her

Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want

uncle has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis

moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and

want to lead him on, so she

deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements

insisted she

she made sure to leave after

his son,

stood up and grabbed

Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing Marcus in Waylen’s

the car, Waylen returned

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in a

baby in her arms was a challenge, so

and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having

age, she understood

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