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 she was

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

but her trembling shoulders

back, her tear-stained face was revealed to

she

her age, she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

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

and their bodies intertwined,

as they lay entangled,

as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently

her heart, he was the only one, from beginning to

a little girl, her heart torn between

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his

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

called

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

felt the weight of their history together—a history that

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

of physical pain but of sorrow and

of night, he indulged himself

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

dawn broke, Cecilia

before her, lying beside her in her

with

her stirring. He placed

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

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out

are you still here?” she

to

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

he asked gently, concerned about her

cheeks flushed, but she

so so,” she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

narrowing his eyes as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last

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

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

over her, and the urge to

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

both ashamed and

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

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re

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

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in

away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

turned her face away

yet he couldn’t bear to

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew

she might

all, in his mind, she remained somewhat

did end up falling for someone else and being with them,

hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every word

feeling an indescribable sense of

was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way

Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained

the afternoon, Waylen

second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she

lay asleep on the sofa,

from

it up and gently covered

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

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

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in his

still in a

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

descended, she

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

he cover her

She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up

uncle has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity,

so she kept her

for her two children, she avoided any

insisted she stay for

she made sure to

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

stood up and

Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms,

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

raised his eyes to

inside the car, Waylen

the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten

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

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

young age, she understood the concept

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