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

and said, “Didn’t you

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

her back, her tear-stained

she

a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way

it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

as if she was waiting

their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

meaning as they lay

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

heart, he was the only one, from

heart torn

his slender fingers against her glamorous

in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

and the knowledge that it would

the moment she called him “Mark,” everything

had referred

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

their bodies seeking solace in each

not of physical

of night, he indulged

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

broke, Cecilia woke up

before her,

stayed with her the entire

up when he felt her stirring. He placed

was kicked out of her room, not even having

footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

you still here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to

white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded

feel good last night?” he

but she tried to

so so,” she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates

His question was direct.

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

drag of his cigarette, his gaze

of despondency washing over

the cigarette butt he had just smoked,

felt both ashamed

waist,

“Mark!

doing? We’re

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

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus,

her face away and urged him to

bear to leave her. In a whisper,

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she

if she might fall in love with someone

his mind, she

up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark

The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

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

and it was inevitable that their relationship would

the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

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

the sofa, tear stains evident on her

from

picked it up and gently covered her

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

he held her close, and he missed the

down beside her, gently

in a deep

been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right now,

twilight descended, she stirred

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

cover her with the

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

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed

she remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never

lead him on, so she kept

her two children, she

she stay

but she made sure to leave

at his son, urging, “Waylen,

stood up and grabbed the car

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

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

Waylen returned Marcus

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

in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

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

young age, she understood

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