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

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed

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

that she was

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

wrong, he couldn’t resist

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

lips met, and their bodies

they lay entangled, their

sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently

he was the

girl, her heart torn between

against her glamorous face, trying to

cry, Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a

the knowledge that it would

the moment she called

referred to

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

bodies seeking solace

were not of physical pain but of sorrow

night, he indulged himself in

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 a

Cecilia

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

stayed with her the

woke up when he felt her stirring. He

he was kicked out of her room, not

a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching

you still here?” she asked, her voice slightly

turned to

simple white shirt.

good last night?” he asked gently, concerned about her

flushed, but she tried to

so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

mused over the words, 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 blind dates in the past year. Have

His question was direct.

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

of his cigarette,

washing over her, and

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, he

both ashamed

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

“Mark!

We’re

fingers, his determination to make her reveal the

me, did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus,

turned her face away and urged

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

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he

was powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with someone else

mind, she

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

her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

every

cigarette, he took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of the previous

that their relationship

they

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

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

the sofa, tear stains evident

from her

up and gently covered her with a

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

been a while since he held her close, and he

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in his

still in a

quite some time, but right now, she was finally

twilight descended,

the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning

he cover her with the

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

uncle has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed

for Rena, 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 was still

lead him on, so she kept her distance,

she cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements

insisted she stay for

she made sure to leave

son, urging, “Waylen, see

promptly stood up and

carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

instructed in a hushed

a baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

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

her young age, she understood

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