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

tenderly patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on a date?

but her trembling shoulders revealed

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was

she was indeed

was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always

was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

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

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the

Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed

heart, he was the only one, from beginning to

little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close

against her

he coaxed in

and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to

called him “Mark,”

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

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

were not of physical pain but of

he indulged himself in this tender

Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant

dawn broke, Cecilia

before her,

had stayed with her

her stirring. He

out of her room, not even having the time

a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia

are you still here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to face

in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt.

night?” he asked gently,

cheeks flushed, but she tried to

she replied, trying to

Just so so…

on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the past year. Have you had sex with other

His question was direct.

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

drag of his cigarette, his gaze

of despondency washing over her, and the urge to

tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her

felt both

waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming on his

me, did you have

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to

away

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

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew

was powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with

all, in his mind, she remained somewhat

did end up falling for someone

The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every word she

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

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

shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some

afternoon, Waylen and

Although she moved all

the sofa, tear

slipped from her

picked it up and gently covered her with a

tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do

held her close, and he missed the warmth of

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling

still in

quite some time, but right now, she was

the twilight descended, she

draped over her, and

cover her with

didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly made her way

uncle has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

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 still his

want to lead him on, so she kept

for her two children, she avoided any

she

but she made sure

son, urging,

and

reached out to take the boy from her arms,

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena

Waylen returned

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed

was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an

her young age, she understood

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