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

and said, “Didn’t you go

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling

pulled her back, her tear-stained face was revealed to

she was

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

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently

was the only

little girl, her heart

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

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

the moment she called him “Mark,” everything

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

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

tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

tears were not of physical

of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

suppress his lust at all. They surrendered

broke, Cecilia

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her,

stayed with

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

room, not even

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

she asked, her voice

turned to

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

night?” he asked

but she tried to act

so so,” she replied,

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

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

took a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze

of despondency washing over her, and

Mark 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 ear, he

both ashamed and

waist, and his hand ventured inside her

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the

to make her reveal the

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in her

away, Mark shifted his focus,

turned her face away and urged him to

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

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently went on blind

uncertain if she

all, in his mind, she remained

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

couldn’t blame her. The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

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

been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship

but they

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

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

asleep on the sofa, tear

from her

up and gently covered her

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

he held her close, and

couldn’t resist laying down beside her,

in

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

twilight descended,

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

he cover her

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

has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed

same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense

so she

for her two children, she

insisted she stay for

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

at his son,

and

out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

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

inside the car, Waylen returned

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

baby in her arms was a

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

young age, she

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