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

said, “Didn’t you go on a

didn’t reply audibly, but her

her back, her tear-stained face was revealed

she was indeed

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

he knew it was wrong,

soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was

met, and their bodies

its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her

the

cried like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous

he coaxed in a low voice,

her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to

moment she called him “Mark,” everything

had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it excited and thrilled

he felt the weight of their history together—a history

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking

physical

indulged himself in this tender

Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their

Cecilia woke

before her, lying

stayed with

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

of her room, not even

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him

here?” she asked, her

turned to

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

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

cheeks flushed, but she tried to act

so so,” she replied, trying to

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

over her, and the urge to leave consumed

away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in

felt both ashamed and

her waist, and his hand

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on

her pleas, Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth

me, did you have

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his

she turned her face away and urged him

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

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently went on blind

powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall

all, in his mind, she

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

blame her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of the previous

their relationship would change in

the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

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

asleep on the sofa, tear stains

from her

gently covered her with

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,

beside her, gently cradling

was still in a

time, but right

twilight descended,

the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently watching

he cover her with

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

returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

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

didn’t want to lead him on, so she

for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

she

but she made sure to leave after the

son, urging, “Waylen, see

up and grabbed the car

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

car, Waylen returned

the rearview mirror, he instructed

in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen

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

young age, she understood the concept

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