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

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

didn’t reply audibly, but her

back, her tear-stained face was revealed

discovered that she was

a childlike

was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

as if she was waiting for

lips met, and their bodies

to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their

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

the only one, from beginning to

a little girl, her heart

brushed his slender fingers against

he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions

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

the moment she called

had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it excited and thrilled him.

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

bodies seeking solace in

were not of physical pain but of sorrow

the cover of night, he indulged

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

dawn broke, Cecilia

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before

had stayed with her the

up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand

he was kicked out of her room, not even having

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

still here?” she asked, her

to face

pants and simple white shirt. Despite his

night?” he

flushed, but she tried

replied, trying to

Just so so…

had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the

His question was direct.

anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look

cigarette, his gaze

a wave of despondency washing over her, and

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

both ashamed

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

“Mark!

you doing? We’re

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

me, did you have

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in

Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to

away and urged him to

immerse himself in 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

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she

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

in his mind, she remained

falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would

couldn’t blame her. The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

every

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

been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change

noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding

Waylen and Mark

she moved all her things away,

sofa, tear stains evident on her

from

up and gently covered her with a

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

been a while since he held her close, and he missed

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently

was still in

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

twilight descended, she

over her, and she saw Waylen leaning

cover her with

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

uncle has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed

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

to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining

her two children, she avoided any

she stay

she made sure to

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

stood up and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

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

the car, Waylen

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

with a baby in her arms was a

warm and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced,

age, she

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