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

“Didn’t you go on a

but her trembling shoulders revealed her

her back, her

that she was

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

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t

had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the

Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s

heart, he was the

like a little girl, her heart

fingers against her glamorous face, trying

coaxed in a

the knowledge that it would be difficult

she called

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

her tenderly, their bodies

of physical pain but

the cover of night, he indulged

help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant

dawn broke, Cecilia

face magnified before

stayed with

felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked, “Did you

was kicked out of her room, not even having the time to fasten his

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him

are you still here?” she asked,

turned to

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

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

cheeks flushed, but she tried to act

replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

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

his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

washing over

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

felt both ashamed

around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

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

you have

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

face away and urged him to

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.

he

to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in

in his mind, she remained somewhat

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

blame her. The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

and it was inevitable that their

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

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

found Rena. Although she moved all her things away, the basic furniture

sofa,

from

up and gently covered her

her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped

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

down beside her, gently cradling her in his

still in a

some time, but right now,

the twilight descended, she stirred

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

cover her

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

has returned to

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis

same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if

him on, so

children,

insisted she stay

accepted the invitation, but she made

at his son, urging, “Waylen,

and grabbed the car

carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly,

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

He raised his eyes to

the car, Waylen returned Marcus

mirror, he instructed in a

arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is

young age, she understood

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