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

patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t

but her

her tear-stained face was

she

had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way

he knew it was wrong, he

opened slightly as if she

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

seemed to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

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

heart, he was the only

like a little girl, her heart torn between

fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a

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

she called

was a name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it

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

tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

not of physical pain but of sorrow

night, he indulged himself in this tender

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

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying

with her the entire

a bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his

out of her room, not even having the time to fasten his

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

still here?” she asked, her voice slightly

turned to

white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm that few men

last night?” he asked gently, concerned about

but she tried

so so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

narrowing his eyes as he asked 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 in the past year. Have

His question was direct.

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

deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze

despondency washing over her,

away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to

felt both

tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

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

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up

away, Mark shifted his focus,

away and

bear to leave her. In

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she frequently

uncertain if she might fall in love with someone

all, in his mind, she remained

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

her. The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

believed every

indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of the previous

inevitable that their relationship would change in

the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some

Waylen and Mark concluded

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

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on

from her

up and gently covered her with a

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

while since he held her close, and he missed the

down beside her, gently cradling her in

in a deep

some time, but right now, she was

twilight descended, she

her, and she saw

he cover her with

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

uncle has returned to

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed her time

In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they

so she kept her distance,

she cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements

insisted she

she made sure to leave

glared at his son, urging,

promptly stood up and grabbed the car

Rena carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her

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

Waylen returned Marcus to

rearview mirror, he instructed in a

her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over

atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is

age, she understood the concept of

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