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

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

but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

her back, her tear-stained face was revealed to

she was

him and had a childlike temperament

it was wrong, he couldn’t

which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him

their bodies intertwined, exchanging

as they lay entangled, their clothes in

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

the only one, from beginning to

her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling

against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

struggled with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him

called

she seldom used, and when she had referred to

call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who bore his

bodies seeking solace

not of physical pain but of sorrow

he indulged himself in this

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,

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

had stayed with her the

woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked,

room, not even having the time to fasten

the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

you still here?” she asked,

turned to

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

he asked gently, concerned about

cheeks flushed, but she tried

so,” she replied, trying to

Just so so…

narrowing his eyes as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on

His question was direct.

else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their

took a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

felt a wave of despondency washing over her,

butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer

both ashamed

around her waist, and his

“Mark!

We’re on the

to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming on

me, did you have

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in her

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his

she turned her face away and

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

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he

uncertain if she might fall in

all, in his mind,

up falling for someone

hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

and it was inevitable that their relationship

Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things were better left

in the afternoon, Waylen

Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all her things away,

the sofa, tear stains evident on

from her

picked it up and gently

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

since he held her close, and he missed the warmth of

beside her,

was still in

time, but right now, she was

twilight descended, she stirred

the blanket draped over her, and she saw

her with the

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

to

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis

in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity,

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

her two children,

she

invitation, but she

his son, urging, “Waylen, see

promptly stood up and grabbed

Rena carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing Marcus in

Waylen returned Marcus

instructed in

her arms was a challenge, so

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

she

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