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

her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go

audibly, but her trembling

back, her

she

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

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t

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

met, and their bodies intertwined,

to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath

sobriety mixed with a daze. Her

he was the

cried like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting

slender fingers against her glamorous

he coaxed in a low

the knowledge that

the moment she called him “Mark,”

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

now, hearing her call him by his name, he felt the weight

bodies seeking solace in

were not of physical pain but

indulged himself in this

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

Cecilia woke up

before her, lying

with her the entire

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

was kicked out of her room, not even having

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia

still here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to

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

feel good last night?” he asked

flushed, but she

so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the

His question was direct.

want to tell him. It might

drag of his cigarette,

despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

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

felt both ashamed

tightened around her waist, and

“Mark!

We’re on the

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

you

“No! No one else!”

tears

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

turned her face away and urged

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

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently went

to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in

all, in his mind,

her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them,

her. The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way

noticed the shift, but they

Waylen and Mark concluded

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

sofa, tear stains evident on

from her

it up and gently

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

he held her close, and he missed the warmth

down beside her,

was still in a

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

descended, she stirred

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

cover her

through her long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly made

has returned to

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis

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

to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold

her two children, she

insisted she

accepted the invitation, but she made sure to

his son,

up and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

raised his eyes to gaze at her, but

car, Waylen returned Marcus to

he instructed in a hushed

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

Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day.

she understood the

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