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 a date? What

her trembling shoulders revealed her

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was

she was indeed

a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

which had opened slightly as if she was

bodies intertwined,

lay entangled, their clothes in

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

he was the only one, from

heart torn between wanting him close and feeling

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

coaxed in a low voice, his own

torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would

moment she called

used, and when she had referred to

now, hearing her call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that

their bodies seeking solace in each

of physical

indulged himself in

suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion

Cecilia woke up

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

with her

woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked, “Did

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

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

here?” she asked,

to

iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm that few

last night?” he asked gently, concerned

cheeks flushed, but she tried to act

so so,” she replied,

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection was

deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

over her, and

With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering

both ashamed

tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the

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

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up

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

her face away and urged him to stop.

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 ear. “I

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she

if she might fall in love with someone

all, in his mind, she

free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never

hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

believed every

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

had been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship

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

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

the second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved

asleep on the sofa,

from her

picked it up and gently covered her

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

he held her close, and he

beside her, gently cradling her in his

still in

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

twilight descended,

noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw

he cover her with

you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood

returned to

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis

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

didn’t want to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a

two children, she avoided any emotional

she stay

she made

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

stood up and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

that moment, their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to

Waylen returned

instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten the

was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is

age, she understood the concept

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