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

said, “Didn’t you go on

but her

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face

she was

age, she was much younger than him and had a childlike

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

felt her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if

bodies

seemed to lose its meaning as they lay

Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently

he was the only one, from

little girl, her heart torn between wanting

against her glamorous face, trying to

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

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

moment she called him “Mark,” everything

she seldom used, and when she had referred to

the weight of their history

their bodies seeking solace

not of physical pain but of

of night, he indulged himself in this tender

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

Cecilia

before

stayed with

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

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

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

still here?” she asked,

turned to face

pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm

good last night?” he asked

flushed, but she tried

she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

over the words, narrowing his eyes as he asked a question that 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 past year. Have you had sex

His question was direct.

It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their

cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge

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

felt both

grip tightened around her waist, and his hand

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

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

me, did you

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

her face away and urged him

bear to

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew

she might fall in

in his mind, she

for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find

her. The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

cigarette, he took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more

their relationship

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

afternoon, Waylen and Mark

second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved

sofa, tear

from her

and gently covered her

cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him,

held her

beside her, gently cradling her in

was still in a deep

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

twilight descended, she stirred

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

cover her with

a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up

to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed

same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of

lead him on, so

for her two children,

she stay

but she made

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

and grabbed the

gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand.

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing Marcus

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus

mirror, he instructed in a

her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to

little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All parents need to

she understood the concept

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