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

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

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed

her tear-stained

that she

than him and had a

wrong,

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

their bodies intertwined, exchanging

its meaning as they lay entangled, their

a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she

he was the only one, from beginning to

girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying

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

his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would

moment she called him

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

call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who

their bodies seeking

of physical

night, he indulged himself

him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and

broke, Cecilia

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her in

stayed with her the

a bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly

of her room, not even having the

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped

are you still here?” she asked, her

to face

suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a

you feel good last night?” he asked gently,

she tried to act

she replied, trying

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

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

cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave

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 as

both ashamed and

struggled as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

pleas, Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the

me, did you

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in

shifted his focus, caressing

she turned her face away

tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear. “I felt good last

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she frequently went

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

in his mind, she

If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find peace

The hatred

But she hadn’t.

every word

feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the

was inevitable that their relationship would

but they remained

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

Although she moved all her

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

from

gently covered her with a

slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m

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

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

in

been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she

the twilight descended, she

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

cover her

She didn’t want to

has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed her time with

this moment, he had an eerie sense

lead him on, so she kept her

two children, she

insisted she stay

Rena accepted the invitation, but she

glared at his son, urging,

promptly stood up and grabbed

boy from her arms, saying softly,

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his

car, Waylen

instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten the

her arms was a

harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced,

young age, she understood the

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