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

said, “Didn’t you go on a date?

her trembling shoulders revealed her

her tear-stained face was revealed to

that she was indeed

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

was wrong,

opened slightly as

bodies intertwined, exchanging

its meaning as they lay entangled, their

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

the only

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

brushed his slender fingers against her

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

between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be

the moment she called him “Mark,”

a name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark”

his name, he felt the weight of

bodies seeking solace

tears were not of physical pain

he indulged himself in this tender moment of

help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

had stayed with her the entire

He placed his hand on her

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

the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of his

you still here?” she asked,

to

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

feel good last night?” he asked

cheeks flushed, but she tried

replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

over the words, narrowing his eyes as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been

His question was direct.

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

his cigarette,

of despondency washing over her, and the urge

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

both

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

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

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

me, did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

her face away and urged

her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear. “I felt good

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she frequently

uncertain if she might fall in love with someone else

mind, she

up falling for

blame her. The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

believed every

a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of

been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship

the shift, but they remained silent, understanding

in the afternoon, Waylen and

Rena. Although she moved all her things away, the basic

asleep on the sofa, tear

slipped from

it up and gently covered her with a

away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do

been a while since he held her close, and he missed the warmth of

resist laying down beside her, gently

in a

plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right

descended, she stirred

noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against

cover her

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

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

Alexis

In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they

didn’t want to lead him on, so

deeply for her two children, she

she stay

but she made

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

stood up and grabbed the car

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

he instructed in

was a challenge, so Waylen

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

she

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