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 you

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders

pulled her back, her tear-stained face

she was indeed

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

he knew it was wrong,

had opened slightly as if she

and their bodies intertwined,

lay

Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features,

he was the only one,

her heart torn between wanting

his slender fingers against

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

with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the

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

bodies seeking

tears were not of physical pain but

of night, he indulged himself in this tender

his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion

dawn broke, Cecilia

face magnified before her,

stayed with her the

felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her

he was kicked out of her room, not

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him

she

to face

looked composed in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded

feel good last night?” he asked gently, concerned

she tried

she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

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

deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

of despondency washing over her, and

hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked,

felt both

around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the

his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with

me, did you have

“No! No one else!”

tears

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her

face away and

immerse himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently went

was powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might

mind, she remained somewhat

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

her. The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

and it was inevitable that their

of the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things

Waylen and Mark concluded their

Rena. Although she moved all her things away, the

on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

from her

up and gently covered

tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped

he held her close, and he

her, gently cradling

was still in a

time, but right now, she was finally sleeping like a

twilight descended,

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

cover her with

didn’t want to stay alone with

returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was still

want to lead him on, so she

for her two children, she avoided

insisted she stay

she made

glared at his son,

and

Rena carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond,

Waylen returned Marcus

he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten the

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

up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an

age, she understood the concept

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