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 was

tenderly patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on a

her trembling

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

that she was indeed

him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded

was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him

bodies

lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one can bully

was the only one, from beginning to

heart torn between

slender fingers against her glamorous

he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

with her and the knowledge that it

the moment she called him “Mark,”

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

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

their bodies seeking

tears were not of physical pain but of sorrow and

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

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

Cecilia

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before

had stayed with her the entire

felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her

of her room, not even having the

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching

still here?” she

turned to

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

good last night?” he asked gently, concerned about her

flushed, but she

she replied, trying

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

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

took a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

easily. With one hand 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

her waist, and his hand ventured

“Mark!

We’re on the

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

did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up in her

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

turned her face away

couldn’t bear to leave her.

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she frequently

stop her, uncertain if she

his mind, she remained

in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone

couldn’t blame her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

every

an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

that their relationship would change in

noticed the shift, but they

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark

she moved all her things away, the

lay asleep on the sofa,

slipped from

gently covered her with

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

he held her close, and he missed the warmth

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently

still in a deep

for quite some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping

the twilight descended, she stirred

draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the

her with

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

to

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

Rena, she remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of

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

her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

insisted she stay for

invitation, but she made sure to leave after

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

promptly stood up and grabbed the

reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

moment, their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but

the car, Waylen

instructed in a hushed

a baby in her arms was a challenge,

atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open

age, she understood

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