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 she was

shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on a date?

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders

her back, her tear-stained

she

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

knew it was wrong, he

had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to

lips met, and their bodies intertwined,

seemed to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their

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

was the only one, from beginning to

her heart torn between wanting

slender fingers against her

Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in

her and the knowledge that it

moment she called him “Mark,”

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

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

their bodies seeking solace in

not of physical

of night, he indulged himself in this

couldn’t 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

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

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

with her the entire

Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He

he was kicked out of her room, not even having

calmly smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of

she asked,

turned to face

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

feel good last night?” he asked gently, concerned about

she tried to

so so,” she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

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.

might look like she

a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

over her, and the urge to leave

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

both ashamed

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

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

me, did you have

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her

turned her face away and

to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear. “I felt

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently went on blind

uncertain if she might

all, in his mind, she remained

up falling for someone else and being with them,

blame her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

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

it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way

noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

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

on the sofa, tear

from her

gently covered

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

he held her close, and he missed the

beside her, gently cradling her

still in a deep

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

twilight descended, she

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

he cover her with the

‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so

to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

moment, he had an eerie

want to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a

her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

she stay for

Rena accepted the invitation, but she made

his son, urging,

promptly stood up and

from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

his eyes to gaze at

the car, Waylen

he instructed in a hushed tone,

her arms was

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

young age, she understood

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