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

tenderly patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t

didn’t reply audibly, but her

her back, her

discovered that she was

a childlike temperament that always reminded him

wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

slightly as if she was waiting for him to

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

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

with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she

was the only one,

little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close

against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that

moment she called him “Mark,”

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

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

their bodies seeking solace

of physical pain but of sorrow and

of night, he indulged himself

‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all.

Cecilia woke up

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her,

had stayed with her

stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked, “Did you sleep

not even having the

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching

here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to

gray suit pants and simple white shirt.

you feel good last night?” he

she tried to

replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a

His question was direct.

him. It might look

his cigarette, his gaze

washing over her, and the urge to leave

one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just

felt both

struggled as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his

“Mark!

you doing? We’re

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

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears welling

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

she turned her face away and urged him

immerse himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear. “I

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently went on blind

she might fall in love with someone else

in his mind, she remained

a considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew

blame her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

that their relationship would change in some way when they met

the shift, but they

Waylen and Mark

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

on the sofa,

from her

picked it up and gently covered her with

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

a while since he held her close, and he missed the warmth

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

still in a

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

the twilight descended,

and she

he cover her

her long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed

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

lead him on, so she kept

for her two children, she avoided

insisted she stay for

she

his son, urging, “Waylen, see

and

boy from her arms,

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

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

Waylen

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

up with a baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over

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

she understood the concept of

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