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 she

and said, “Didn’t you go on

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

her tear-stained face was revealed

that she was

age, she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded

was wrong, he couldn’t resist

opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to kiss

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes

a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one can

he was the only one, from beginning

cried like a little girl, her heart

fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in

her and the knowledge that

moment she called him “Mark,” everything

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

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

her tenderly, their bodies

of physical pain but of sorrow

night, he indulged himself in this

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

broke, Cecilia

before her, lying beside her in

had stayed with her the

when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand

room, not even having the time

of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

here?” she asked, her voice

to face

looked composed in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt.

good last night?” he asked

cheeks flushed, but she tried to act

so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

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.

him. It might look like she

took a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave

waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her

felt both ashamed

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

“Mark!

We’re on the balcony!” she

her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming

did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up

tears away, Mark shifted his

her face away and urged him to stop.

couldn’t fully immerse himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her.

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

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

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

mind, she

falling for someone else and

hatred would

But she hadn’t.

every word she

drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure

inevitable that their relationship would change in some way

noticed the shift, but they remained

afternoon, Waylen

found Rena. Although she moved all her

lay asleep on the sofa, tear

slipped from her

it up and gently covered her

wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do

her close, and he missed the warmth of

resist laying down beside her, gently

still in a deep

by insomnia for quite some time, but right now,

descended, she

and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently

he cover her with the

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

has returned to

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed her

Rena, she remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she

him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold

deeply for her two children, she

she stay

she made sure to

son, urging, “Waylen,

and grabbed the car

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond,

Waylen returned Marcus to

rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone,

arms was a challenge, so Waylen

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

her young age, she

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