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

her shoulder and said, “Didn’t

her trembling

pulled her back, her tear-stained face

she was

and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him

wrong, he couldn’t

as if

lips met, and their bodies intertwined,

as they lay entangled, their clothes in

of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features,

he was the

cried like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face,

he coaxed in

torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to walk

the moment she called

she had referred to him

call him by his name, he felt the weight of their

her tenderly, their bodies seeking

were not of physical

the cover of night, he indulged himself

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

Cecilia

before her, lying beside

had stayed with her

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

her room, not even having the time to

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

she asked, her voice slightly

to

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

he asked gently, concerned

cheeks flushed, but she

so so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

mused 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

His question was direct.

hadn’t been with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him,

cigarette, his gaze unwavering

over her, and the urge to leave consumed

wouldn’t let her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just

both ashamed

as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

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

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears

away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

turned her face away and urged him to

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

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she frequently went

to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with someone else

in his mind, she remained somewhat

had taken a considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them,

hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

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

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

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

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark

she moved all her things away, the basic

the sofa, tear stains evident

from her

picked it up and gently covered her

his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here.

her close, and he

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

still in

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

twilight descended, she stirred

Rena noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw

he cover her with the

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.

and Alexis enjoyed

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

him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a

deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements

she stay for

the invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

glared at his son,

and grabbed the car

to take the boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond,

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten

baby in her arms was a

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

young age, she understood the

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