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

but her trembling shoulders revealed

her back, her tear-stained face was

she

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

was wrong, he couldn’t resist

felt her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

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

was the

like a little girl, her heart torn

against her glamorous face,

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

with her and the knowledge that

moment she called him

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

the weight

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

physical pain but

cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender

she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting a flame—irresistible and

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

before her, lying beside her in

had stayed with her the

groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked,

of her room, not even having

calmly smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out

here?” she asked, her voice

turned to face

his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm

night?” he asked gently, concerned about

cheeks flushed, but she tried to act

she replied, trying

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their

a deep drag of his cigarette, his

washing over her, and the

cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her ear, he asked, “Are

felt both ashamed and

waist, and his hand

“Mark!

We’re on the balcony!”

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

you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

away and urged

to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently went on

stop her, uncertain if she might fall

his mind, she remained somewhat

taken a considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find peace

The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

every

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

was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when they met

they remained silent, understanding that some things were better left

Waylen and Mark concluded their

Although she

asleep on the sofa, tear

from

gently covered her with a

tenderly wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped

her

her, gently cradling her

still in

some time, but right now,

descended,

the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen

cover her

hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him,

to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her

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

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

she cared deeply for her two children,

she stay for

she made sure

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see

promptly stood up and

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t

car, Waylen returned Marcus to

the rearview mirror, he instructed

up with a baby in her arms was a challenge,

up and happily announced,

age, she understood the

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