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

tenderly patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you

but her trembling

her back, her tear-stained face was

discovered that she was

him and had a childlike temperament that always

was wrong, he couldn’t

as if she was waiting for him to

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

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

her heart, he was the only

heart torn between wanting him close and

slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

he coaxed in a low voice,

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

moment she called him “Mark,”

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

the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman

their bodies

not of physical pain but

of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment

was because she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

before

with her

stirring. He placed his hand

out of her room, not even having the

a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of his

here?” she asked,

to

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

good last night?” he asked gently,

but she tried to act

she replied, trying to

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

It might look like she was

cigarette, his gaze unwavering

washing over her, and

the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her

both

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist,

“Mark!

We’re on the

his fingers, his determination to make her reveal

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his focus,

she turned her face away and

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

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew

stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love

in his mind, she remained

did end up falling for someone else

blame her. The hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

believed every

he took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of

that their relationship would change in some way when they

Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that

afternoon, Waylen

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

the sofa, tear stains evident

from her

gently

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

a while since he held her close, and he missed

down beside her, gently cradling her in his

was still in a deep

some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping like a

the twilight descended, she stirred

blanket draped over her, and she

her with

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

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her

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

on, so she kept her distance, maintaining

for her two children, she avoided any

she stay for

accepted the invitation, but she made sure to

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen,

and grabbed the car

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing Marcus in

inside the car, Waylen returned

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in

with a baby in her arms was

was the warm and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten

young age, she understood the

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