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

tenderly patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

her back, her tear-stained face was revealed to

that she

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

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath

as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed

was the only one, from

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

against

he coaxed in a low voice,

with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge

she called

she had referred to him as

felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman

tenderly, their bodies

of physical pain

he indulged himself

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

dawn broke, Cecilia

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her in her

with

he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist

of her room, not even having the

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him

here?” she

turned to

looked composed in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite

good last night?” he asked gently,

but she tried to

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

His question was direct.

else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection was

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

felt a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge

cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly

both ashamed

grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside

“Mark!

We’re

Mark 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

“No! No one else!”

tears

Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to satisfy

face away and urged him to stop.

couldn’t fully immerse himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went

stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love

all, in his mind, she

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

hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological

their relationship would change in some way when they met

shift, but they

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark

found Rena. Although she moved all her things away,

the sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from

gently covered her

tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why

a while since he held her close, and he missed the warmth

down beside her, gently cradling her in

in a deep

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

descended,

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

he cover her

you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with

returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her time with

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

so she kept her

deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements

insisted she

invitation, but she made

at his son, urging, “Waylen,

stood up and grabbed

out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is quite heavy

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

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

Waylen returned Marcus to

the rearview mirror, he instructed

a baby in her arms was a challenge, so

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

age, she

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