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 was

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

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed

pulled her back, her tear-stained face was

that she

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

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

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

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath

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

he was the only one, from beginning to

her heart torn between wanting him close and

slender fingers against

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

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

the moment she called him

a name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it excited and

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

bodies seeking

tears were not of physical pain but of

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this

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

Cecilia

before her, lying beside her

with

felt her stirring. He

room, not even having the

the footsteps of

she asked, her voice

turned to

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

night?” he asked gently, concerned about her

cheeks flushed, but she

so,” she replied, trying to

Just so so…

his eyes as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been

His question was direct.

hadn’t been with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look

took a deep drag of his cigarette,

despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave

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

felt both ashamed and

waist,

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming

you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up

shifted his

away and urged him to stop.

couldn’t fully 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

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

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

she

in his mind, she remained

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

The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

every word she

took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

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

the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they

Waylen and

Rena. Although she moved

the sofa, tear stains

slipped from her

gently covered

Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you

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

her, gently cradling her

in a

quite some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping

descended, she

the blanket draped over her, and she

her with

you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she

has returned to

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed

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

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

two children, she avoided any emotional

insisted she

the invitation, but she made sure

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

up and

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

that moment, their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

he instructed in

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

harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our

she

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