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 was

and said, “Didn’t you go on a date?

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

her back, her tear-stained face was

that she

much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the

it was wrong, he

slightly as if she was waiting for him to

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in

hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one can bully

he was the only one, from beginning

her heart torn between

brushed his slender fingers against her

cry, Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice,

the knowledge that it would be difficult for him

moment she called him “Mark,” everything

referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it excited and thrilled

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

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

tears were not of physical pain but of sorrow and

cover of night, he indulged himself in

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

Cecilia

magnified before her, lying beside her

stayed with

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

kicked out of her room, not even having the time to fasten

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

she asked, her voice slightly

to face

white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a

he

cheeks flushed, but she

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 dates

His question was direct.

else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

washing over her, and the urge

butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to

felt both

around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the

his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even

did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

tears

tears away, Mark shifted his

she turned her face away

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

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she frequently went

was powerless to stop her, uncertain if she

in his mind, she remained

in setting her free. If she did end up falling for

her. The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

believed every

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

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

members of the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

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

lay asleep on the sofa, tear

slipped from

it up and gently

cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a

had been a while since he held her close, and he missed the

beside her, gently cradling her

in a deep

insomnia for quite some time, but right now,

descended, she stirred

draped over her, and

cover her with

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

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed

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

so she kept her

children, she avoided

she stay

she made sure to leave after

at his son, urging, “Waylen,

up and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing Marcus

car, Waylen returned Marcus to

mirror, he instructed in a

baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

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

age, she

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