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

“Didn’t you go on a date? What

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

her tear-stained face

that she was

had a childlike temperament

wrong,

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

met, and their bodies intertwined,

lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in

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

heart, he was the only one,

girl, her heart torn

brushed his slender fingers against her

in a low voice, his own emotions

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

moment she called him

when she had referred to

name, he felt the weight of

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

physical pain but of sorrow

cover of night, he indulged

he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered

dawn broke, Cecilia

before her,

stayed with her the

feeling a bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his

kicked out of her room, not

the footsteps of Cecilia

here?” she

turned to face

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

he asked gently,

but she tried

so,” she replied,

Just so so…

entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates

His question was direct.

she 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 was

drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

of despondency washing over her, and the urge

and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled

felt both ashamed and

around her waist, and

“Mark!

We’re on

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

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears

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

turned her face away and urged

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

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently went

powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love

all, in his mind, she

free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he

couldn’t blame her. The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

every word

drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical

intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way

they remained silent, understanding that some things were better

Waylen and

she moved all her

sofa, tear

from her

it up and gently covered her with a

his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a man

held her close,

down beside her, gently cradling her

was still in

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

descended,

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

he cover her with

didn’t want

has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed

house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and

him on, so she

for her two children, she

insisted she stay for

she made

his son, urging, “Waylen,

stood up and grabbed the

boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand.

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

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

Waylen

instructed in

baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen

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

young age, she understood the

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