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

shoulder and said, “Didn’t

didn’t reply audibly, but her

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was

discovered that she was indeed

him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way

knew it was wrong,

felt her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging

lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their

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

her heart, he was the only

cried like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting

his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

coaxed in

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

the moment she called him

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

the weight of their history together—a history that involved

bodies seeking

tears were not of physical pain but of sorrow

cover of night, he indulged himself in

Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all.

Cecilia

handsome face magnified before

stayed with her

her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly

her room, not even having the time

a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him

you still here?” she asked,

turned to

white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a

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

flushed, but she tried to act

so so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot

His question was direct.

might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their

deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

over her, and the

her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just

both

waist, and his hand ventured

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

pleas, Mark teased her 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!”

tears welling

shifted his focus, caressing

her face away and

couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear. “I felt good last

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew

she might fall

his mind, she

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

blame her. The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every word

feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of the

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

of the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained

afternoon, Waylen

she moved all her things away, the

asleep on the sofa, tear stains

from her

picked it up and gently covered her with a

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

her close, and he missed the warmth of her

beside her, gently cradling her in

still in a deep

plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but

descended, she stirred

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

cover her with the

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

to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis

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

on, so she kept

children, she avoided any

insisted she

accepted the invitation, but she made sure

glared at his son,

promptly stood up and grabbed

from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is quite

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing

car, Waylen

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

in her arms was

atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced,

age, she understood the concept of

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