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

and said, “Didn’t you go

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed

her tear-stained face was revealed

she

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

was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to

their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

as they lay entangled, their clothes in

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

her heart, he was the only one, from beginning to

a little girl, her heart torn

slender fingers against her

he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions

feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that

called him

had referred to

name, he felt the weight

their bodies seeking solace

of physical pain but of

the cover of night, he indulged himself in

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 meeting a flame—irresistible and

dawn broke, Cecilia

face magnified before her, lying beside her in her

had stayed with her

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

of her room, not even having the

of

she asked,

turned to

suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite

feel good last night?” he asked gently,

cheeks flushed, but she tried

she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been

His question was direct.

been with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection was

drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

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

her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he

both ashamed

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the

determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even

you

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in her

his focus,

turned her face away and urged

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

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he

if she

in his mind, she remained somewhat

up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find peace within himself

blame her. The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every

he took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense

it was inevitable that their relationship would

shift, but they remained silent,

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

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

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from her

picked it up and gently covered her

with his slender fingers. Whispers

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

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling

still in a deep

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

descended, she

and she saw

he cover her

a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

this moment, he had an eerie

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

cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any

she stay

she made sure to leave after the

his son,

stood up and grabbed the car

out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is quite heavy

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

his

car, Waylen returned

rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten the

baby in her arms was

harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an

age, she

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