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 she

“Didn’t you

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders

he gently pulled her back, her

that she was

younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always

wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in

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

the only one,

cried like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close

fingers against her glamorous face,

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

staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult

moment she called

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

call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

of physical pain but of sorrow and

of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

face magnified before her, lying beside her

had stayed with

he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist

out of her room, not

the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of his

you still here?” she asked,

to face

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

good last night?” he asked

flushed, but she tried to act

so,” she replied,

Just so so…

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.

hadn’t been with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection

drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

despondency washing over her, and the urge to

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 asked, “Are they as

felt both ashamed and

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside

“Mark!

We’re on the

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

you

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in

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

she turned her face away and urged

attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear. “I

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she

if she might fall in

his mind, she remained

considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with

her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

every

sense of psychological

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

of the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all her things

on the sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from her

gently covered her

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

her close, and he missed the warmth of her

laying down beside her, gently cradling her

was still in a

time, but right now, she

descended, she stirred

over her, and she saw Waylen

cover her with the

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

has returned to

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never

on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a

for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

she stay for

accepted the invitation, but she made

son, urging, “Waylen, see

promptly stood up and

carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing Marcus in

car, Waylen returned Marcus to

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in

her arms was a challenge,

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

age, she understood the concept of

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