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

“Didn’t you go on a

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders

her tear-stained

she was indeed

and had a

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

slightly as if she was waiting for

bodies intertwined, exchanging

meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in

of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently

heart, he was the only one,

like a little girl, her heart torn

his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for

moment she called him “Mark,”

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

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

her tenderly, their bodies

of physical pain but of sorrow and

indulged himself in this tender moment of

at all. They surrendered

Cecilia

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

with her

felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and

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

a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him

here?” she asked, her voice slightly

turned to face

simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm that few men could

night?” he asked gently,

flushed, but she

replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the past year. Have you had sex with

His question was direct.

tell him. It might

took a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze

a wave of despondency washing over her, and the

other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her ear, he asked, “Are they

both

waist, and his

“Mark!

We’re

to make her

did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling

her tears away, Mark shifted his

away

had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew

her, uncertain if she might fall in love with

in his mind, she remained somewhat

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

blame her. The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

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

their relationship would change in some way

family noticed the shift, but they

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

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

on the sofa,

from her

it up and gently covered

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

since he held her close, and he missed the

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

still in

by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was finally

descended,

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

cover her with the

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

to

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her

this moment, he had an eerie sense of

lead him on, so she kept

she cared deeply for her two children,

she

she made sure

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

stood up and grabbed the

out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to

car, Waylen returned

he instructed

a baby in her arms was a challenge,

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

her young age, she

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