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

“Didn’t you go

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

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was revealed to

discovered that she

much younger than him and had a

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t

opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the

sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome

the only one,

like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him

fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

in a low voice, his

with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for

called him “Mark,”

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

call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman

their bodies

physical pain but of sorrow and

he indulged himself in this tender moment

he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered

Cecilia woke

handsome face magnified before her, lying

had stayed with her

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

out of her room, not even

the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

are you still here?” she

turned to face

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

he

but she tried to

she replied,

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

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

his cigarette, his

despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave

tossing away the cigarette butt he had

both ashamed and

grip tightened around her waist, and his hand

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the

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

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling

his focus, caressing

away

to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went

if she

mind, she

up falling for someone else and

hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every

he took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of

been intimate, and it was inevitable that their

of the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

found Rena. Although she moved

the sofa, tear stains evident

from

gently covered

the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why

her close,

laying down beside her, gently cradling her

in a

insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was finally

descended, she

over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently watching

cover her

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

returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

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

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

children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

she

accepted the invitation, but she made sure to leave after

at his son,

stood up and

the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

moment, their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her,

inside the car, Waylen returned

instructed in a hushed tone,

up with a baby in her arms was a

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

she understood the concept of

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