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

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

but her trembling shoulders

her back, her tear-stained face was revealed to

discovered that she

much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded

was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

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

met, and their bodies

to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their

Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered

was the only

heart torn between wanting him close and

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous

he coaxed in

struggled with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him

called him “Mark,”

referred

his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

physical pain but of sorrow

of night, he indulged himself in

suppress his lust at

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her in her

stayed with her the

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

of her room, not even having the

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

here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to

looked composed in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a

night?” he asked

she tried to

so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed

His question was direct.

anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was

a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

washing over her, and the urge to

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. Whispering softly in her ear,

felt both ashamed and

waist, and

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat

you

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in her

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

turned her face away

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 her ear. “I felt good last

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently

she might fall in love with

his mind, she remained somewhat

her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find

The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

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

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

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

Waylen

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

the sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from her

picked it up and gently covered her

cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right

he held her close, and he missed

beside her, gently cradling her

in a deep

plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right

descended, she

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

her

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

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

Rena, she remained 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 still

didn’t want to lead him on, so she kept her

she cared deeply for her two children, she

insisted she stay

she

his son, urging, “Waylen,

and grabbed

take the boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

car, Waylen returned Marcus to

mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten the

a baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an

she understood the concept of

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