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

said, “Didn’t you

reply audibly, but her

back, her tear-stained face was

discovered that she

much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always

it was wrong,

felt her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath

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

he was the only one,

little girl, her heart torn

fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

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

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

moment she called

referred to

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

their bodies seeking solace in each

of physical pain but of sorrow

he indulged

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

Cecilia

magnified before her,

had stayed with her the

up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and

room, not even

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

here?” she asked, her

turned to

pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm that few men could

you feel good last night?” he asked gently, concerned about

she tried

so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind

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 still

a deep drag of his cigarette,

a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave

With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her

felt both

waist, and his

“Mark!

We’re on the balcony!” she

his fingers, his determination to make her

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

face away and urged him

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

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she frequently went on blind

stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with someone else one

his mind,

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

The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

their relationship would

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

Waylen

Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all her things

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from her

gently covered her

wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right

held her close, and he missed the

her, gently cradling her in his

was still in a

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

descended,

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

cover her

hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up

uncle has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

excellent care, 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

want to lead him on, so

she cared deeply for her two children, she

insisted she stay

invitation, but she made sure to leave

son, urging, “Waylen, see them

up and

the boy from her arms, saying softly,

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

raised his eyes to gaze at her, but

car, Waylen returned

mirror, he instructed in a hushed

baby in her arms was a challenge,

and happily announced,

young age, she understood the

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