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

“Didn’t you go on a date?

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

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

discovered that she was indeed

than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

had opened slightly as if she was waiting

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

they lay entangled, their clothes

a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and

heart, he was the only one,

girl, her heart torn between wanting him close

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face,

he coaxed in a low

the

the moment she called him

when she had referred to him

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

tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

were not of physical pain but of sorrow and

of night, he indulged himself in this tender

help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection,

broke, Cecilia woke

before her, lying beside her in

had stayed with her the

he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked, “Did

was kicked out of her room, not even having the time

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

still here?” she asked, her voice

turned to face

suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite

feel good last night?” he asked

cheeks flushed, but she tried to

so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

of despondency washing over her, and

and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her

felt both

around her waist, and his

“Mark!

We’re on

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

me, did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in her

away, Mark shifted his focus,

away and urged him to

bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he

powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might

all, in his mind,

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

The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every word she

drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when they met

members of the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they

in the afternoon, Waylen and

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

sofa, tear stains evident on her

slipped from

it up and gently covered her with a

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

he held her close, and he missed

her, gently cradling

still in

by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she

twilight descended, she

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

cover her with

through her long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and

to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her

house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was

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

children, she avoided

she stay

invitation, but she made sure to leave after

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see

up and grabbed the car

from her arms, saying softly, “Just

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to

Waylen returned Marcus

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

baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

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

age, she

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