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

and said, “Didn’t you go on a

her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

pulled her back, her

that she was

she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she

wrong, he couldn’t resist

which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

as they lay entangled, their

glistened in Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one

was the only

girl, her heart

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying

coaxed in a low

the knowledge that it would be

called

a name she seldom used, and when she had referred

his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

physical pain

of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment

later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like

broke, Cecilia

magnified before

had stayed with

he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and

was kicked out of her room, not even having the time to fasten his

a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped

still here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to

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

good last night?” he asked gently,

flushed, but she tried to

so so,” she replied, trying to

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. Have you had sex with

His question was direct.

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

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

over her, and the urge to leave

the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer

both

her waist, and his hand ventured inside

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on

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

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

her face away

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

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went on blind

uncertain if she might fall in love

all, in his mind, she remained

risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else

blame her. The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

their relationship

family noticed the shift, but they remained silent,

Waylen

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

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

slipped from

picked it up and gently covered

from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a man

while since he held her close, and he missed the warmth of

laying down beside her, gently cradling her

still in a

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

the twilight descended, she stirred

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

her with

hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to

returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

Alexis

In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they

want to lead him on, so she kept her

for her two children, she avoided any

she

invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

glared at his son,

up and

from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena

inside the car, Waylen returned

instructed in a hushed

in her arms was a

little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day.

she understood the

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