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 she

said, “Didn’t you go on

her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained

discovered that she was

had a

it was wrong, he

had opened slightly as if she was waiting

and their bodies intertwined,

as they lay entangled, their clothes in

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

was the only one,

heart

against her glamorous

Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him

called

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

he felt the weight of their history

her tenderly, their bodies

were not of physical pain

he indulged himself in

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

broke, Cecilia woke up

before her, lying beside her in her

with her

bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He

kicked out of her room, not even having the

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him

are you still here?” she

to face

simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm that

he asked gently, concerned about

but she tried

so so,” she replied,

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

His question was direct.

been with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting

drag of his cigarette, his

felt a wave of despondency washing over

so easily. With 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,

felt both

struggled as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering,

me, did you

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up in her

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

her face away and

work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently went on blind

if she

his mind,

her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew

hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every

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

their relationship would change in some way

they remained

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

the second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved

on the sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from her

up and gently covered

away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a man from the

been a while since he held her close, and he missed the

laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

still in a

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

twilight descended, she stirred

over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the

her with the

She didn’t want to stay

returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed

this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was still his

didn’t want to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining

cared deeply for her two children,

insisted she stay

but she made

at his son, urging, “Waylen,

up and grabbed the car

from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is quite heavy

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

his eyes to gaze at her,

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

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

was a challenge, so

Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All

her young age, she understood the concept of

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