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

said, “Didn’t you

but her trembling shoulders

her tear-stained

that she was

had a childlike temperament that always reminded him

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

soft lips, which had opened slightly as if

bodies intertwined,

seemed to lose its meaning as they lay

a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed

the only one, from beginning to

a little girl, her heart torn

his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

in a

staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him

called him “Mark,” everything

seldom used, and when she had referred

weight of their history together—a history that

tenderly, their bodies seeking

tears were not of physical pain

he indulged himself in this

lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant

broke, Cecilia woke up

magnified before her, lying beside

stayed with her

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

was kicked out of her room, not even having the

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

you still here?” she asked,

turned to

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

night?” he

but she tried to

replied, trying to

Just so so…

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 in the past year. Have you

His question was direct.

him. It might look like she was still

his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

felt a wave of despondency washing over

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, he asked, “Are they as good

felt both ashamed

tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

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

you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up

his focus,

face away and urged him to

himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she frequently

her, uncertain if she might fall

in his mind, she

free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find

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 pleasure of the previous

was inevitable that their relationship would change in

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

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark

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

on the sofa, tear stains evident

from her

up and gently

fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here.

while since he held her close, and he missed the warmth

couldn’t resist laying down beside her,

still in

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

the twilight descended, she stirred

her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently

he cover her

‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone

has returned to

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed her time with

an eerie sense of familiarity, as if

so she kept her distance,

deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional

insisted she stay for

accepted the invitation, but she made sure

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

up and

take the boy 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

Waylen

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

baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house

young age, she

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