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 was

“Didn’t you go on a date?

her trembling shoulders revealed her

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face

that she was

was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way

wrong, he couldn’t resist

soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no

the only one, from

cried like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling

fingers against

he coaxed in a low voice,

staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for

called

she had referred to him

he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved

their bodies seeking solace in each

physical pain

indulged himself

him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited

dawn broke, Cecilia

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her,

with her

bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and

not even having the time to fasten

of Cecilia approaching him snapped

you still here?” she

to

pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm that few men could

you feel good last night?” he asked gently,

but she tried to act

so so,” she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

she hadn’t been with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

a wave of despondency washing over her, and

waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her ear, he asked, “Are they

felt both

waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

We’re

his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even

you have

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in her

away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

she turned her face away

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

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently

her, uncertain if she might fall in love with someone

mind, she

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

The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some

shift, but they remained

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

she moved all her things away,

sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from her

it up and gently covered her with

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

held her close, and he

resist laying down beside her,

still in a deep

insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping like

descended,

over her, and she saw

cover her with

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

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her

same house. In this moment, he had an eerie

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

her two children, she avoided any

she stay

the invitation, but she made sure to leave

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen, see

and grabbed the car

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes

Waylen returned Marcus

instructed

up with a baby in her arms was

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

she understood the

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