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

her trembling shoulders revealed her

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was revealed

she was indeed

had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she once

knew it was wrong, he

her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if

their bodies

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

with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed

was the only one, from beginning

her heart torn between wanting him close

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own

and the knowledge

she called him “Mark,” everything

name she seldom used, and when she had referred

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

tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

were not of physical pain but

indulged himself in this tender moment of

she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting a flame—irresistible and

broke, Cecilia woke

Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her

had stayed with her the entire

stirring. He placed his hand

was kicked out of her room, not even having the

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

you still here?” she asked,

to face

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

feel good last night?” he asked gently, concerned

she tried

so so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been

His question was direct.

want to tell him. It might look like

cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

Mark wouldn’t let her 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

both

waist, and

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on the

to make her reveal the truth

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears

away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

face away and urged

couldn’t fully 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 felt good

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently went

powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with someone

mind, she remained

did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would

couldn’t blame her. The hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

every

an indescribable sense of psychological

and it was inevitable that their

they remained silent, understanding that

Waylen

she moved all her things

on the sofa,

slipped from

it up and gently covered

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

her close,

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling

was still in

by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she

twilight descended, she stirred

over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the

cover her with the

didn’t want to stay alone with

uncle has returned to

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis

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

on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold

her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements

insisted she stay for

invitation, but she made sure to leave

son, urging,

promptly stood up and

Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena

car, Waylen returned Marcus to

he instructed in a hushed

her arms was a challenge, so Waylen

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

she understood the

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