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

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

but her trembling shoulders revealed her

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

she

a childlike temperament that

it was wrong, he

soft lips, which had opened slightly as

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

seemed to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the

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

he was the only one,

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and

slender fingers against her

he coaxed in a low voice,

between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to walk

moment she called him

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

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

bodies seeking solace

were not of physical pain but

night, he indulged himself in

he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their

broke, Cecilia

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before

had stayed with

he felt her stirring. He placed his

was kicked out of her room, not even having the time

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

are you still here?” she asked, her voice

turned to face

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

good last night?” he asked gently,

cheeks flushed, but she

so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night,

His question was direct.

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

cigarette, his

despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave

her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he

both

her waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

We’re on the balcony!”

to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with

did you have

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her

her face away and urged

yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew

powerless to stop her, uncertain if she

mind, she remained

her free. If she did end up falling for

couldn’t blame her. The hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

every

he took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more

that their relationship would change in some way when they

shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things were better left

the afternoon, Waylen and

the second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all her

the sofa, tear stains

from

up and gently covered her with a

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

since he held her close, and he missed the

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in his

still in a

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

twilight descended, she stirred

and she saw Waylen

cover her with

long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone

has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

she remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they

him on, so she

her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

insisted she stay

accepted the invitation, but she

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen,

up and grabbed the

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing

car, Waylen returned Marcus

the rearview mirror, he instructed in a

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

Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is

young age, she understood the

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