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

that she

patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

he gently pulled her back, her

discovered that she was indeed

a childlike temperament

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t

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

lips met, and their bodies

to lose its meaning as they lay

a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one can

was the only one, from beginning

her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling

his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

cry, Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions

her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to

the moment she called

was a name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark”

he felt the weight

bodies

tears were not of physical pain but

he indulged

calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant

broke, Cecilia woke up

face magnified before her, lying

with her

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

room, not even having the time to fasten

calmly smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped

are you still here?” she asked,

to

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

good last night?” he asked gently,

she tried to act

replied, trying

Just so so…

since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on

His question was direct.

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

his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave

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 smoked, he pulled

felt both ashamed

around her waist,

“Mark!

We’re on the

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

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears

away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to satisfy

her face away and urged him to

he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper,

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew

if she might fall in love with someone

his mind, she remained somewhat

her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and

hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

believed every

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

and it was inevitable that their relationship would

family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding

Waylen and Mark concluded

Although she moved all her things away, the basic furniture

sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from her

and gently covered her with

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

while since he held her

resist laying down beside her,

in a deep

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

twilight descended, she

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

he cover her with

her fingers through her long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so

returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

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

lead him on, so she kept her

she cared deeply for her two children, she avoided

she

the invitation, but she made sure

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see

stood up and grabbed the

out to take the boy from

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

Waylen returned Marcus to

rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone,

her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

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

her young age, she understood the concept of

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