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

her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on a date?

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders

back, her tear-stained

discovered that she was

age, she was much younger than him and had a

he knew it was wrong,

which had opened slightly as if

met, and their bodies intertwined,

lay entangled, their clothes

a daze. Her slender fingers gently

was the only one, from beginning to

like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

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

with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him

moment she called him “Mark,”

seldom used, and when she had referred to him

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

her tenderly, their bodies

were not of physical pain

cover of night, he indulged himself in this

it was because she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love

Cecilia

face magnified before her, lying

stayed with her

he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her

of her room, not even

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

she

turned to

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

good last night?” he asked gently,

flushed, but she tried to act

so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

mind since they were entwined on the bed last night,

His question was direct.

him. It might look like she was still waiting for

took a deep drag of his cigarette,

felt a wave of despondency washing over

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

felt both

as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his

“Mark!

We’re on

pleas, Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling

his focus, caressing her gently

she turned her face away and

fully immerse himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper,

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew

uncertain if she might fall in love

mind, she

up falling for someone else and being with them,

blame her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

every

an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

their relationship would change

the shift, but they remained

in the afternoon, Waylen

she moved all

lay asleep on the sofa, tear

slipped from

up and gently covered her with

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

since he held her

her, gently

still in a deep

by insomnia for quite some time, but

twilight descended, she stirred

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

cover her with

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

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed

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

so she kept

cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional

insisted she stay

but she made

son, urging, “Waylen,

stood up and grabbed the car

Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

inside the car, Waylen returned

instructed in a

arms was

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

she understood the concept of

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