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

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

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed

her back, her tear-stained face was

she

younger than him and had a childlike temperament that

he knew it was wrong, he

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

their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

lose its meaning as they lay entangled,

hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender

the only one, from

heart torn between

his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

he coaxed in a low voice, his own

with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to walk

she called

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

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

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

of physical pain but of sorrow

of night, he indulged

help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

had stayed with her the entire

woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his

kicked out of her room, not even having

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia

here?” she

to face

simple white shirt. Despite his

feel good last night?” he asked

cheeks flushed, but she tried to act

so so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection was

of his cigarette, his

of despondency washing over her, and

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

both

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and

“Mark!

We’re on

determination to make her reveal the truth

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears welling

Mark shifted his focus,

turned her face away and urged him to stop.

couldn’t 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 words in her ear. “I felt good

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew

stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with

all, in his mind, she remained somewhat

up falling for someone else and

hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

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

their relationship would change in

shift, but they

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

the second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all

sofa, tear stains evident on her

from

up and gently covered her with a

cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right

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

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

in a deep

insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was

the twilight descended, she

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

he cover her

hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so

to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

she 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

so she

her two children, she

insisted she stay

invitation, but she made sure to leave after

glared at his son,

up and

Rena carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing Marcus in Waylen’s

Waylen

the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone,

up with a baby in her arms was a

happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All

age, she

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