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 she was

and said, “Didn’t you

reply audibly, but her

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained

discovered that she was

than him and had a

it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

soft lips, which had opened slightly as if

their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

its meaning as they lay entangled,

felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s

he was the only one, from

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

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a

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

called him “Mark,”

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

he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who bore his

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking

tears were not of physical pain but of

night, he indulged himself in this tender

suppress his lust at

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her

had stayed with

a bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He

of her room, not even having the time to

footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out

you still here?” she

turned to

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

feel good last night?” he

she

so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on

His question was direct.

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

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

the cigarette butt he had just

felt both

grip tightened around her waist,

“Mark!

you doing? We’re

pleas, Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her

me, did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

face away and

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

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went

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

his mind,

free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew

hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

and it was inevitable that their relationship

family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark

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

on the sofa,

slipped from her

gently covered her with a

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

while since he held her close, and he missed

resist laying down beside her,

in a

had been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping like a

descended, she stirred

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

cover her with

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

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed her

moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was still

so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold

for her two children, she avoided any

she

the invitation, but she made

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see

stood up and grabbed the

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

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

inside the car, Waylen returned

mirror, he instructed in a hushed

arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

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

she understood the concept of

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