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

said, “Didn’t you go on

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

pulled her back, her tear-stained face was revealed

that she was indeed

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

was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to kiss

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

lay

daze. Her slender fingers gently

heart, he was the only one, from beginning to

like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting

slender fingers against her glamorous face,

in a

the knowledge that it

called him

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

him by his name, he felt the weight of their history

her tenderly, their bodies seeking

were not of physical pain but

cover of night, he indulged himself in

calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting a flame—irresistible and

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

with her

stirring. He placed his hand on

of her room, not even having the

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped

here?” she asked,

turned to

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

last night?” he asked

but she

she replied, trying to

Just so so…

over the words, narrowing his eyes as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the

His question was direct.

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

deep drag of his cigarette,

wave of despondency washing over

let her go so easily. With one hand around 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,

both ashamed

tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the balcony!”

her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to

did you

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his

face away and urged him to stop.

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 in her ear.

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew

to stop her, uncertain if she might fall

all, in his mind, she

had taken a considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find

blame her. The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

and it was inevitable that their relationship

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

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

the second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she

sofa, tear stains evident on her

from her

up and gently covered her with

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

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

beside her, gently cradling

in a

plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right

the twilight descended, she stirred

blanket draped over her, and

he cover 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 stood up and hurriedly made her way

returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her time

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

didn’t want to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining

she cared deeply for her two children, she

she stay for

but she made sure to

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

stood up and grabbed

the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

that moment, their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

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

a baby in her arms was

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

her young age, she understood the

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