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 you

but her trembling shoulders revealed her

back, her tear-stained face was

that she

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

was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

as if she was waiting for him to

met, and their bodies

its meaning as they lay

as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed

her heart, he was the only one, from beginning to

her heart

slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying

he coaxed in a low voice, his own

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

called him “Mark,” everything

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

hearing her call him by his name, he felt the weight of

bodies seeking solace in

tears were not of physical pain

he indulged himself in this

that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant

Cecilia woke

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

stayed with her the

when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on

her room, not even having the time to fasten his

footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out

she

to

his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he

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

she tried to

so so,” she replied, trying to

Just so so…

mind since they were entwined on

His question was direct.

tell him. It might look like she was still

cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

despondency washing over her, and the urge

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, he asked, “Are they as

both ashamed and

grip tightened around her waist,

“Mark!

We’re

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

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus,

her face away and

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

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently

to stop her, uncertain if she

his mind, she

setting 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

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

and it was inevitable that their relationship would

the shift, but they remained

afternoon, Waylen

Rena. Although she moved

on the sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from her

it up and gently covered her with a

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

while since he held her close, and he missed the warmth

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

was still in

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

twilight descended, she stirred

blanket draped over her, and she

he cover her with

said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with

returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis

had an eerie sense of

lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold

her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements

insisted she

Rena accepted the invitation, but she made sure to leave after

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see

stood up and grabbed the car

Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is quite

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

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

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

he instructed in a hushed

baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

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

age, she

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