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

“Didn’t you go on a

but her trembling shoulders revealed her

pulled her back, her tear-stained

that she was indeed

a

was wrong, he couldn’t resist

slightly as if

bodies intertwined,

as they lay entangled, their clothes in

sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed

was the

heart torn between

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his

her and the knowledge

the moment she called him

referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it excited and

the weight of their history together—a

tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

physical pain but of sorrow

cover of night, he indulged himself in

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

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

magnified before her, lying beside her

with her the

Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly

out of her room, not even having

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped

here?” she asked, her voice

turned to

suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm that few men

you feel good last night?” he asked

she

she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

eyes as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the past year. Have you had

His question was direct.

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

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

over her,

With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked,

felt both ashamed and

tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re

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

you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up in

away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

she turned her face away and urged him

bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear.

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew

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

mind,

had taken a 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 peace within himself

blame her. The hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

had been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change

members of the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all her things away,

the sofa, tear

from her

it up and gently covered

Whispers escaped him, “I’m

since he held her close, and he missed

resist laying down beside her, gently

was still in a

time, but right

the twilight descended,

blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning

cover her

a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly made her way

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed

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

on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a

deeply for her two children,

she stay

accepted the invitation, but she made sure to leave

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see

promptly stood up and grabbed the car

to take the boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully

the car, Waylen returned Marcus

he instructed in

baby in her arms was a

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

she understood the concept

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