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

and said, “Didn’t

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed

pulled her back, her tear-stained

discovered that she

and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she once

knew it was wrong, he

had opened slightly as if she

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath

eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and

heart, he was the only one, from

heart torn between wanting him close

slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying

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

and the knowledge

she called him “Mark,” everything

when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before,

call him by his name, he felt the weight of their

her tenderly, their bodies seeking

not of physical pain but of sorrow and

indulged himself

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

dawn broke, Cecilia

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

stayed with

her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked, “Did you sleep

out of her room, not even having the time

until the footsteps of Cecilia

still here?” she

turned to face

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

feel good last night?” he

cheeks flushed, but she

she replied,

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

him. It might look like she was still waiting for him,

a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

over

Mark wouldn’t 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 to him. Whispering softly in her ear,

both ashamed and

around her waist, and his hand

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re

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

you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

turned her face away and urged

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

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went on blind

to stop her, uncertain if she might fall

in his mind, she remained

a considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find peace

her. The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

it was inevitable that their

they

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

Rena. Although she moved all

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident

from her

it up and gently

his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you

since he held her close, and

laying down beside her, gently cradling her in his

was still in a deep

quite some time, but right now, she

twilight descended,

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

he cover her with

through her long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

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

to lead him on, so

her two children, she

she

the invitation, but she made sure

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see

promptly stood up and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes

inside the car, Waylen returned

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

a baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to

and happily announced,

she understood the

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