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

and said, “Didn’t you go on

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling

pulled her back, her tear-stained

that she was indeed

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

was wrong, he couldn’t resist

opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

meaning as they lay

with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered

was the

heart torn between wanting him close

gently brushed his slender fingers against

Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low

with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it

she called him

she seldom used, and when she had referred to him

weight of their history together—a history

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking

not of physical pain but of sorrow and

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion

Cecilia

magnified before her,

with her

Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist

out of her room, not even having the time to

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped

still here?” she asked, her

to

white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded

good last night?” he asked gently,

she

so,” she replied,

Just so so…

a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been

His question was direct.

she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was

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

over her, and the

Mark wouldn’t let her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just

felt both

waist, and his hand ventured inside

“Mark!

doing? We’re on

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

you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in

Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

face away and urged

to, yet he couldn’t bear to

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently

stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with

in his mind, she remained somewhat

had taken a considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find peace

her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

believed every

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

was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way

the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things

Waylen and

Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all her things away,

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from her

picked it up and gently

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

a while since he held her close, and he missed

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

was still in a deep

some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping

the twilight descended,

Rena noticed the blanket draped over her, and she

cover her with

said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t

returned to

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her

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

want to lead him on, so she kept

deeply for her two children, she avoided any

insisted she stay

the invitation, but she

son, urging, “Waylen,

stood up and grabbed

reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly,

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

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

Waylen returned Marcus to

the rearview mirror, he instructed in

a baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

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

she understood the

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