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

her shoulder and said, “Didn’t

audibly, but her trembling shoulders

pulled her back, her tear-stained face was revealed

that she was

had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

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

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging

lay entangled,

of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers

heart, he was the only one, from

girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and

his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

in

her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him

moment she called

used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle

hearing her call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

tears were not of physical

cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

suppress his lust at all. They surrendered

Cecilia woke

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before

with

woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked,

her room, not even

calmly smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out

still here?” she asked, her

turned to face

looked composed in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a

good last night?” he asked gently,

but she

so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

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.

His question was direct.

want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting

took a deep drag of his cigarette, his

of despondency washing over her,

he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her

felt both ashamed and

as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside

“Mark!

We’re on the

with his fingers, his determination to make

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in her

shifted his focus, caressing

away and urged him to

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

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently

she might

mind,

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

The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every word

an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical

and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some

the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent,

Waylen and Mark concluded

Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all

on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

from her

gently

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

held her close, and he missed the warmth

beside her, gently cradling

in a

some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping like

twilight descended, she stirred

up, Rena noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently

he cover her with the

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

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed

this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense

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

for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

insisted she

invitation, but she made sure to

glared at his son,

up and

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

car, Waylen returned Marcus

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

in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen

it was the warm and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an

her young age, she

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