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 she

shoulder and said, “Didn’t you

her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

her tear-stained face was revealed

she was indeed

much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded

wrong, he couldn’t

as if

bodies intertwined,

as they lay

Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome

heart, he was the only one, from

her heart

his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

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

and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to

moment she called him “Mark,” everything

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

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

tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

not of physical pain but of sorrow

night, he indulged himself in this tender moment

help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline

Cecilia woke up

face magnified before her, lying

with

stirring. He placed

was kicked out of her room, not even

the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him

she

turned to

suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age,

you feel good last night?” he

but she tried to

so,” she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

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.

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

his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

felt a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

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

felt both

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the

areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth

did you have

“No! No one else!”

tears

his focus, caressing her gently to satisfy

away and

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

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew

powerless to stop her, uncertain if she

mind, she

a considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew

hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

every word she

indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than

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

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

in the afternoon, Waylen

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

sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from her

and gently covered

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

he held her close, and he missed the warmth

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

was still in a

had been plagued by insomnia for quite some time,

twilight descended, she stirred

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

he cover her with

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

uncle has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her time with

with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as

to lead him on, so she kept her distance,

deeply for her two children, she

insisted she stay

accepted the invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

his son, urging,

stood up and grabbed the

take the boy from her arms,

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

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

inside the car, Waylen

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

with a baby in her arms was a

up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an

age, she understood the

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