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

said, “Didn’t you go

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling

her back, her tear-stained face was

she was indeed

age, she was much younger than him and had a childlike

was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

which had opened slightly as if

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes

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

the only

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting

against her glamorous face, trying to

in a low voice, his own emotions

feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that

moment she called

she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as

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

bodies seeking solace in each

of physical pain

the cover of night, he 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

Cecilia woke

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

with her the entire

He placed his hand on her waist and

of her room, not even having

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

you still here?” she asked, her voice

turned to face

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

last night?” he asked gently, concerned about

but she tried to

she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

on the bed last night, “You’ve

His question was direct.

might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection

of his cigarette,

washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

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

both

grip tightened around her waist, and his

“Mark!

We’re on the balcony!” she

with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering,

me, did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up

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

she turned her face away and urged him

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

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she frequently went on blind

she might fall in love with someone else one

in his mind, she

risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find peace within

blame her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

drag, feeling an indescribable sense of

been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when they met

shift, but they remained silent, understanding that

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all

the sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from her

it up and gently covered her

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

since he held her close, and

beside her, gently cradling her in

in

insomnia for quite some time, but

descended, she stirred

blanket draped over her, and she

cover her with the

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

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

and Alexis

she remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced,

him on, so she

two children, she avoided any emotional

insisted she stay

Rena accepted the invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

glared at his son,

and grabbed the car

to take the boy from her arms,

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

his eyes to gaze

inside the car, Waylen

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed

baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

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

she understood the concept of

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