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

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face

that she

and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for

lips met, and their bodies intertwined,

its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath

with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one

the only one,

heart

fingers against

he coaxed in

and the knowledge that it would be difficult

she called him

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

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

bodies

were not of physical pain but of

of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting a flame—irresistible

broke, Cecilia

face magnified before her,

stayed with her the

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

room, not even having the time

of Cecilia approaching him

are you still here?” she asked, her

turned to

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

last night?” he asked gently, concerned

flushed, but she tried to

so,” she replied,

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 last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the past year.

His question was direct.

with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave

her waist and 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 as

felt both

grip tightened around her waist, and his

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on the balcony!”

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

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in

away, Mark shifted his focus,

face away and urged him

had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently went on blind

to stop her, uncertain if she might fall

in his mind, she

end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never

her. The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

every

an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of the previous

that their relationship would change in

they remained silent,

afternoon, Waylen

floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she

sofa, tear stains

slipped from her

and gently covered her

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

her close, and he missed the warmth

her, gently

still in

time, but right now, she was

twilight descended, she

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

cover her

her fingers through her long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want

has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they

didn’t want to lead him on, so she

for her two children,

insisted she

Rena accepted the invitation, but she

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

up and grabbed the car

reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

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

the car, Waylen returned Marcus

mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone,

with a baby in her arms was a challenge,

happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All parents need

she understood the

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