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

said, “Didn’t

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face

she was indeed

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

wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

opened slightly as if she was

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

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

daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and

heart, he was the only one, from beginning to

little girl, her heart torn

against her

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own

the knowledge that it would be

called him

when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it excited

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

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

were not of physical

of night, he indulged himself in this tender

because she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

handsome face magnified before

had stayed with

groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked,

out of her room, not even having the

cigarette, until the footsteps of

here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to

his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age,

night?” he asked gently, concerned about her

flushed, but she

she replied,

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

been with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might

drag of his cigarette, his

of despondency washing over her, and

her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her ear, he asked, “Are they as good

both ashamed

tightened around her waist,

“Mark!

We’re on the balcony!” she

teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering,

me, did you

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in her

his focus, caressing her

face away and urged

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

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she

was powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall

all, in his mind, she

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

her. The hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological

their relationship would change in

they remained silent,

afternoon, Waylen and

found Rena. Although she moved all her things away, the basic

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on

from

picked it up and gently covered her with

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

since he held her close, and he missed the

laying down beside her, gently cradling her in his

was still in

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

descended, she

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

her

her long 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 Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her time

remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was

on, so

for her two children, she avoided any emotional

insisted she stay

the invitation, but she

at his son,

stood up and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

car, Waylen returned

instructed in a hushed tone,

was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

and happily

she understood the

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