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

her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders

back, her tear-stained face was revealed

that she was indeed

had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of

it was wrong,

opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to

their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the

glistened in 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

heart, he was the only one, from

girl, her heart torn between wanting

fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

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

feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that

called him

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

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

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

physical pain but of

of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment

help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all.

Cecilia

before her, lying

stayed with her

stirring. He placed his hand on her

her room, not even having the time to fasten

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of his

are you still here?” she

turned to

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

night?” he asked

she tried

she replied,

Just so so…

mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind

His question was direct.

else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their

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

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

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 good

both ashamed and

waist, and

“Mark!

We’re on the

his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering,

you have

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in

her tears away, Mark shifted his

away and urged him to

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

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently went on blind

uncertain if she might

mind, she remained

in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he

couldn’t blame her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when

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

afternoon, Waylen

she moved all her things away, the basic

on the sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from

gently covered her

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

been a while since he held her close, and he missed the warmth of

beside her,

in a deep

insomnia for quite some time, but right

twilight descended,

Rena noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen

he cover her

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

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

and Alexis

this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense

so she kept her distance, maintaining a

she cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any

she stay

invitation, but she made sure

son,

up and

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

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

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten

was a challenge,

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

she understood the concept of

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