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 she was

shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on

audibly, but her trembling shoulders

her tear-stained face was revealed

she

a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way

it was wrong,

slightly as

bodies intertwined, exchanging

lose its meaning as they lay

hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender

he was the only one,

heart torn between

fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

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

with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to walk

she called

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

her call him by his name, he felt the weight of

bodies

not of physical pain but of sorrow and

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment

it was because she couldn’t help calling 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 a flame—irresistible and

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

face magnified before

with

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

he was kicked out of her room, not even

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

she asked, her voice

turned to face

iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite

he asked gently, concerned

she tried to

she replied, trying to

Just so so…

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.

him. It might look like she was still waiting

cigarette, his gaze unwavering

a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

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

both ashamed

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

“Mark!

We’re on the

his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the

me, did you

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her

her face away and

to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear.

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently went on blind

her, uncertain if she might fall in love

in his mind,

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

blame her. The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every

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

their relationship would change in some way

of the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding

Waylen and Mark concluded their

Although she moved all her things away, the

asleep on the sofa, tear

from her

picked it 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 from the

he held her close, and he missed

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently

still in a

some time, but right now, she was

the twilight descended,

over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the

he cover her with the

you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly made

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis

she remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity,

him on, so she kept her

her two children, she avoided

insisted she stay for

she made sure

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see

promptly stood up and grabbed the car

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

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

baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen

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 of

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