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

“Didn’t you go on

her

her back, her tear-stained face was revealed

that she was

her age, she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always

knew it was wrong,

her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for

bodies intertwined,

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the

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

her heart, he was the only

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

his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low

with her and the knowledge that it

moment she called him

used, and when she had referred to him

weight of their history together—a history

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

physical pain but of sorrow

cover of night, he indulged himself in this

was because she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They

broke, Cecilia

handsome face magnified before her, lying

with her

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

not even

the footsteps of

are you still here?” she asked,

to

simple white shirt. Despite his age, he

last night?” he asked gently, concerned about her

cheeks flushed, but she

replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

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 you had

His question was direct.

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

cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer

felt both ashamed

tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured

“Mark!

We’re

fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth

you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling

his

face away and urged him to stop.

yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear. “I felt good last

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he

her, uncertain if she might

his mind, she remained somewhat

free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being

hatred

But she hadn’t.

believed every

drag, feeling an indescribable sense of

been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when they

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

Waylen and

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

sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from

it up and gently covered her with

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

held her close, and he missed

her, gently cradling her in

was still in

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

twilight descended,

the blanket draped over her, and she

her with the

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

returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her

this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was still his

lead him on, so

cared deeply for her two children, she

she stay

accepted the invitation, but she made

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

stood up and grabbed the

out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena

Waylen returned Marcus to

instructed in

her arms was a challenge,

little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house

her young age, she

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