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

and said, “Didn’t you go on a date?

but her

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained

discovered that she was indeed

had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she once

he knew it was wrong, he

felt her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

to lose its meaning as they lay entangled,

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

the only one, from beginning to

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting

against her glamorous

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

the knowledge that it would be difficult

moment she called him

used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark”

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

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

were not of physical

night, he indulged himself in this tender

calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

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

with her

Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He

her room, not even having the time

of Cecilia approaching him

are you still here?” she asked, her voice

turned to face

looked composed in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt.

good last night?” he asked gently,

flushed, but she tried to

she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the past year. Have you

His question was direct.

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

deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

a wave of despondency washing over

her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked,

felt both

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

“Mark!

We’re on

teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in

her tears away, Mark shifted his

turned her face away

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

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently went

if she might fall

in his mind, she

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

her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every

drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of

was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when they

family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

Although she moved all her

on the sofa, tear stains

slipped from

and gently

tenderly wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do

had been a while since he held her

her,

was still in a deep

time, but right now, she was finally

the twilight descended,

draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door,

her with the

‘Thank you.” She didn’t want

uncle has returned to

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her time with

moment, he had an eerie sense of

on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a

deeply for her two children, she

she stay

but she made sure to leave

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen,

up and grabbed the

from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is quite

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

He raised his eyes

the car, Waylen

he instructed

with a baby in her arms was a

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

age, she understood the

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