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

“Didn’t you go on

but her trembling shoulders revealed her

her back, her

she was indeed

was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of

it was wrong, he

which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for

met, and their bodies

meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the

felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered

the only one, from

a little girl, her heart torn between

his slender fingers against her

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

and the knowledge that it would be difficult for

moment she called him “Mark,”

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

felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who bore

tenderly, their bodies seeking

physical pain but of sorrow

night, he indulged himself in this tender moment

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

broke, Cecilia

before her, lying

with

Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed

of her room, not

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching

here?” she asked, her

to face

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

feel good last night?” he asked

flushed, but she tried

replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

mused over the 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 been on a lot of blind dates in the past year. Have you had sex with other

His question was direct.

she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for

his cigarette,

of despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave

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

felt both ashamed

grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

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

did you have

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up in

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to satisfy

turned her face away and urged him to stop.

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

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently went on

uncertain if she might fall in love with someone else one

his mind, she

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

blame her. The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every word

sense of

inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when

family noticed the shift, but they remained

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

Although she moved all her things away, the

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on

from

up and gently covered her with a

cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m

a while since he held her

down beside her, gently cradling her

still in a deep

had been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but

the twilight descended, she

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

her with the

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

to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

this moment, he had an

want to lead him on, so she kept her

deeply for her two children,

insisted she

but she made sure

son, urging,

and grabbed the car

take the boy from

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus

rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed

a baby in her arms was a challenge, so

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

young age, she understood

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