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

but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

gently pulled her back, her

that she

than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of

wrong, he

soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging

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

Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s

he was the only one, from

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

against

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his

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

called him “Mark,” everything

used, and when she had referred

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

their bodies seeking solace

physical pain but of sorrow

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender

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

Cecilia woke

magnified before her, lying

had stayed with

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

her room, not even having the

calmly smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of

are you still here?” she asked,

turned to

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

you feel good last night?” he asked gently, concerned about her

cheeks flushed, but she tried to act

she replied, trying to

Just so so…

on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the past year. Have

His question was direct.

It might look like she was

a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge

other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled

both ashamed

waist, and his

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the balcony!”

his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat

did you

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in her

tears away, Mark shifted his

turned her face away and urged him to

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

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently went

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

all, in his mind, she remained somewhat

up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would

blame her. The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every word she

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

and it was inevitable that their

but they remained silent, understanding that some things were

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

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

on the sofa, tear stains evident

from her

gently covered her

cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a man from the

he held her close, and he missed the warmth of

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

was still in a deep

insomnia for quite some time, but

twilight descended, she

and she saw Waylen leaning against the

her

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

returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed

same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was still his

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

children, she avoided any emotional entanglements

she stay for

accepted the invitation, but she

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen, see

and

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

Waylen

he instructed in a hushed tone,

with a baby in her arms was a challenge,

happily announced, “Our kindergarten is

young age, she understood the concept

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