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

“Didn’t you go on a

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was revealed

that she

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

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

slightly as if she was

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely,

was the

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and

slender fingers against her glamorous

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his

her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him

she called him “Mark,” everything

was a name she 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

claimed her tenderly, their bodies

tears were not of physical pain but of sorrow

indulged himself in this tender moment of

‘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

broke, Cecilia woke up

magnified before her, lying

had stayed with her the

He

her room, not even having the

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him

here?” she asked, her voice slightly

turned to

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

he asked gently, concerned about

flushed, but she

so so,” she replied, trying to

Just so so…

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

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

his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

washing over

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 as

both

tightened around her waist, and his

“Mark!

We’re

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

did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears

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

face away and urged

to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she

if she might

his mind, she remained

setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else

hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

believed every

feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the

that their relationship would change

members of the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they

Waylen and

floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she

the sofa, tear stains

from

up and gently covered her with

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

been a while since he held her

her, gently cradling

still in

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

the twilight descended, she

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

cover her

said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly made her

to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis

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

so she kept her distance, maintaining a

for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

she stay for

the invitation, but she made

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

his eyes to

car, Waylen returned

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

arms was

the warm and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day.

age, she understood

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