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

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

her trembling shoulders revealed

her back, her

that she was indeed

she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she

wrong, he couldn’t

slightly as if she was waiting for him

their bodies

lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their

in Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features,

heart, he was the only

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

slender fingers against her glamorous

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice,

with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult

she called him “Mark,” everything

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

name, he felt the weight of their

her tenderly, their bodies seeking

tears were not of physical pain but of sorrow and

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this

him ‘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

had stayed with her

feeling a bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked, “Did

kicked out of her room, not even

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

still here?” she asked, her voice

turned to face

iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded

last night?” he asked gently, concerned about

but she tried to

replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

narrowing his eyes as 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

His question was direct.

else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she

of his cigarette,

of despondency washing over

and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him.

both ashamed and

grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her

“Mark!

doing? We’re on

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

you

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his focus,

away

to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her.

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he

she might fall in love with

in his mind, she

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.

every

feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than

their relationship would change in

the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things were

Waylen and Mark concluded

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

sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from

it up and gently

her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you

held her close, and he missed the

down beside her,

was still in a deep

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

the twilight descended, she

and she saw

her

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

returned to

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed

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

him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining

for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

she

invitation, but she made sure

his son, urging,

and grabbed the car

take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her,

the car, Waylen returned

the rearview mirror, he instructed in

up with a baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over

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

her young age, she understood the

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