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 was

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

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

her back, her

she

much younger than him and had a childlike

it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

slightly as if she was waiting for him to

lips met, and their bodies

meaning as they lay entangled,

as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one can

he was the only one, from

her heart torn between wanting

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low

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

moment she called

when she had referred to him

weight of

bodies seeking

not of physical pain but of

cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender

lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their

Cecilia woke up

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

had stayed with her the

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

kicked out of her room, not even having the

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

still here?” she asked, her voice slightly

turned to

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

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

cheeks flushed, but she tried to act

so so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

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

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

washing over her, and the urge to leave

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

felt both ashamed and

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

“Mark!

doing? We’re on

teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to

away and urged him to

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 ear. “I

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she

she might fall in love

his mind,

did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew

blame her. The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every word

sense of

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

family noticed the shift, but they

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

the second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all her

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from

up and gently

his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right

he held her

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently

still in a deep

time, but right now, she was finally

the twilight descended,

draped over her, and she saw Waylen

cover her with

didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly

to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed

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

so she

her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements

insisted she

but she made

his son, urging, “Waylen, see

up and grabbed the

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

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

car, Waylen

the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed

her arms was a challenge, so Waylen

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

she

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