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

and said, “Didn’t you

but her trembling shoulders

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face

she

was much younger than him and had a childlike

wrong,

slightly as if she was waiting

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath

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

heart, he was the only one, from beginning to

girl, her heart

slender fingers against

cry, Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a

with her and the knowledge that it would be

moment she called

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

weight of their

claimed her tenderly, their bodies

of physical pain but of

the cover of night, he indulged himself in

later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They

Cecilia woke

before her, lying beside her in her

with her the entire

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

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

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia

here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to face

white shirt. Despite his

night?” he asked gently, concerned

cheeks flushed, but she tried to act

replied, trying

Just so so…

they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the past year. Have you

His question was direct.

to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting

cigarette, his gaze unwavering

of despondency washing over her, and

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

both ashamed and

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and

“Mark!

doing? We’re

determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even

me, did you have

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in her

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

face away and urged him to

to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she frequently went on blind

uncertain if she

in his mind,

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

The hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

believed every

sense of

inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when they

members of the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent,

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

found Rena. Although she moved all her things away, the basic furniture

sofa, tear stains

slipped from her

and gently covered her with a

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

since he held her close, and

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in his

still in a deep

plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right

the twilight descended, she

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

her

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

uncle has returned to

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis

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

didn’t want to lead him on, so

two children, she avoided any

she

she

son, urging, “Waylen,

stood up and grabbed

from her arms, saying softly, “Just

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but

Waylen returned

he instructed in a

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

little Alexis looked up and happily

her young age, she understood the

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