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

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

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

her back, her tear-stained face was revealed

discovered that she was

was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t

felt her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to kiss

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging

to lose its meaning as they lay entangled,

a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently

heart, he was the only

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and

slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

cry,” he coaxed in a

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

the moment she called him “Mark,”

had referred to him

weight of their history together—a history that involved

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

not of physical pain but of sorrow

indulged himself in this tender

that he couldn’t suppress his lust at

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

handsome face magnified before her,

had stayed with

He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked, “Did you sleep

of her room, not even having the time to

cigarette, until the footsteps of

you still here?” she asked,

turned to

iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his

he asked

she

she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

mused over the words, narrowing his eyes as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on

His question was direct.

It might look like she was still waiting for him,

drag of his cigarette, his

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

waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer

felt both

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the balcony!”

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

me, did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up

tears away, Mark shifted his

away

attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she frequently went on

was powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with someone else

mind, she remained

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

blame her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more

inevitable that their

Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent,

the afternoon, Waylen

the second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she

lay asleep on the sofa, tear

slipped from her

up and gently covered her with a

wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him,

he held her close, and he missed the

down beside her, gently cradling her

was still in a deep

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

the twilight descended, she stirred

noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen

cover her with

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

has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

for Rena, she remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an

lead him on, so she kept

two children, she avoided any emotional

she

she made sure to leave

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen,

stood up and grabbed the

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at

Waylen

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

was

and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is

young age, she understood the concept of

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