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

said, “Didn’t

but her trembling shoulders revealed her

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

discovered that she

a childlike

was wrong, he couldn’t

opened slightly as if

and their bodies

lose its meaning as they lay entangled,

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

her heart, he was the only one,

a little girl, her heart

against her glamorous face,

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

between staying with her and the knowledge that

she called him “Mark,” everything

a name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as

hearing her call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history

bodies seeking solace

physical pain but of sorrow

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all.

Cecilia woke

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

had stayed with her the

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

he was kicked out of her room, not even having

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped

she asked, her voice

to

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

good last night?” he asked gently, concerned

she tried to

replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

over the words, narrowing his eyes as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on

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

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

washing over her, and the urge to leave

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

both

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

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming

me, did you have

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up

her tears away, Mark shifted his

face away

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

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently went

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

his mind,

her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he

her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every

indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

was inevitable that their relationship

noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some

Waylen and Mark

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

the sofa,

slipped from her

it up and gently covered her with

the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a man

held her close, and

down beside her, gently cradling her in his

in a deep

quite some time, but right now,

twilight descended, she stirred

the blanket draped over her, and she

cover her with the

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

to

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed

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

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

cared deeply for her two children, she avoided

insisted she stay for

invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

and

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

other, stirring something inside him. He raised his

inside the car, Waylen returned

instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten

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

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

her young age, she

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