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

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

her

pulled her back, her tear-stained

discovered that she was indeed

than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she once

it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

opened slightly as

and their bodies

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

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

he was the only one, from beginning

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying

in a low voice,

feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to

the moment she called him

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

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

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

were not of physical pain but of sorrow and

night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

she 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 meeting

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

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

with

bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed

of her room, not even having the time to fasten

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

are you still here?” she asked, her voice

to

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

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

but she tried to

so so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

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

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge to

wouldn’t let her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just

both ashamed

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

“Mark!

We’re on the balcony!” she

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

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

her face away and urged him

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

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently went on blind

powerless to stop her, uncertain if she

all, in his mind,

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

couldn’t blame her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of the

inevitable that their relationship would change in

they remained silent, understanding that some things were better left

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

she moved all

on the sofa,

from

it up and gently covered her with

tenderly wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped

had been a while since he held her close, and he missed

beside her, gently cradling her

still in a

been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right

twilight descended,

Rena noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen

her with the

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

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her

In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they

so she kept

deeply for her two children, she avoided

insisted she stay

the invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

son, urging, “Waylen, see

up and grabbed

Rena carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly,

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her,

Waylen returned Marcus to

he instructed

up with a baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over

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

she

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