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

her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on a date? What

her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

her back, her tear-stained face was

that she

and had a childlike temperament that always reminded

he knew it was wrong, he

which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

seemed to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes

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

the only one, from beginning

girl, her heart torn between wanting him close

slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions

with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him

the moment she called him “Mark,”

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

name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who bore

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

not of physical pain but of sorrow and

cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender

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

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

before her, lying beside her in her

with

stirring. He placed his hand

her room, not even having the time to fasten

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

are you still here?” she asked,

turned to

white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm that few men could

you feel good last night?” he asked gently,

but she tried

so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

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 with other

His question was direct.

to tell him. It might look like

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

washing over her, and the urge to

butt he

both ashamed and

her waist, and his hand ventured inside her

“Mark!

We’re

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

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears

shifted his focus, caressing her gently to

away and urged

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

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently went on blind

was powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love

in his mind, she remained

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

couldn’t blame her. The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every word

indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more

had been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when they met

they remained

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

Although she moved all

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident

from

up and gently covered her

Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why

while since he held her close, and he

beside her, gently cradling her in

was still in a deep

for quite some time, but right now,

descended, she stirred

her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the

he cover her

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,”

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis

had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they

so she kept her

her two children, she avoided any emotional

she stay for

invitation, but she made

his son, urging, “Waylen,

stood up and

to take the boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

his eyes

car, Waylen returned

he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten the

was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

warm and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an

she understood the concept of

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