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

her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on

her trembling

her

discovered that she

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

was wrong, he

as if she was waiting for

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

they lay entangled,

sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed

he was the only one, from

cried like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting

against her

he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be

she called

she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it excited

now, hearing her call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved

bodies

not of physical pain but of sorrow

cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender

that he couldn’t suppress his lust at

broke, Cecilia

face magnified before her, lying beside

with her

when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist

of her room, not even having the time to

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of his

she asked, her voice

to

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

last night?” he asked gently, concerned about her

she tried

so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their

a deep drag of his cigarette,

of despondency washing over

wouldn’t let her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he

both ashamed and

tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the balcony!”

sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming on

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears

Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to satisfy

her face away and

in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went

if she might fall in love

all, in his mind, she remained

did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find peace within

couldn’t blame her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

every

another cigarette, he took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense

had been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some

they remained

Waylen and Mark concluded

Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all

sofa,

from

and gently

fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss

been a while since he held her

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently

in a

some time, but right

the twilight descended,

up, Rena noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw

her with the

voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis

in this same house. In this moment, he had an

want to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold

she cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any

insisted she stay for

but she made sure to

glared at his son,

stood up and grabbed the car

reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly,

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing Marcus in Waylen’s

Waylen

instructed in a

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

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

age, she understood the concept

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