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

shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on a

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed

her back, her tear-stained face was

that she was indeed

her age, she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always

was wrong, he

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

met, and their bodies intertwined,

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the

Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender

he was the only one, from beginning

cried like a little girl, her heart

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous

cry, Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions

staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him

the moment she called

name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him

weight of their history

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

of physical

of night, he indulged himself in

his lust at all.

Cecilia

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

had stayed with her the

her stirring. He

her room, not even having the time to fasten his

calmly smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia

still here?” she asked, her voice

turned to face

white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded

good last night?” he asked

she

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

His question was direct.

might look like she was still

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

over her,

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

both ashamed

her waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the

his fingers, his determination to

you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus,

she turned her face away and urged him to

couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went on blind

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

in his mind, she

free. If she did end up falling for someone else

couldn’t blame her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

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

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

the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things were better left

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

Although she moved all her things away, the basic

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

slipped from

and gently covered her

fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why

while since he held her close,

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in his

in a deep

time, but right now, she was finally

descended, she stirred

Rena noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw

her

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

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never

to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining

deeply for her two children, she avoided

she stay for

accepted the invitation, but she made sure to

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

promptly stood up and

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

his eyes to gaze at her, but

the car, Waylen returned Marcus

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone,

up with a baby in her arms was a challenge,

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

age, she understood

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