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

said, “Didn’t you go on

but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

back, her tear-stained face was

that she was

much younger than him and had a childlike temperament

he knew it was wrong,

lips, which had opened slightly as if she

bodies

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath

hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark,

was the only one, from beginning to

girl, her heart torn between wanting him

fingers against

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

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

called him “Mark,” everything

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

his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history

their bodies seeking solace in each

physical pain but of sorrow

of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

before her, lying beside her in her

stayed with her the

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

her room, not even having the time

a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him

here?” she asked, her voice

to face

white shirt. Despite

last night?” he asked gently, concerned

she

she replied, trying to

Just so so…

they were entwined on the bed last night,

His question was direct.

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

his cigarette, his gaze

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

around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in

felt both ashamed and

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

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the

her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make

you have

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears

away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to

she turned her face away and urged him

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

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew

she might fall in love with someone else one

his mind, she remained somewhat

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

The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than

inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when

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

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

the second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all her

asleep on the sofa, tear

from her

and gently covered her

slender fingers. Whispers

since he held her close, and

down beside her, gently cradling her in his

in

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

the twilight descended,

draped over her, and she saw Waylen

cover her

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

returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

and Alexis

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

him on, so

her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

she

but she made sure

son,

and

to take the boy from her arms,

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten

arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over

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

her young age, she understood the

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