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

shoulder and said, “Didn’t you

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed

back, her tear-stained

discovered that she

him and had a

he knew it was wrong, he

as if she was waiting for him to kiss

their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

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

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

her heart, he was the only one,

girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling

against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

coaxed in

torn between staying with her and the

she called him “Mark,” everything

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

he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who bore his

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

were not of physical

he indulged himself in this tender moment

couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

magnified before her, lying beside her

stayed with

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

not even

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

are you still here?” she asked, her voice

turned to face

pants and simple white shirt. Despite his

last night?” he

she tried to

so,” she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

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.

him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection was

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

despondency washing over

butt he had just smoked, he pulled her

both ashamed

struggled as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist,

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on

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

me, did you

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling

shifted his focus, caressing her gently to satisfy

face away and urged him

bear to leave her. In a whisper,

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently

uncertain if she might fall in love

all, in his mind, she remained somewhat

considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with

hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of

that their relationship would change in some way

the shift, but they remained silent, understanding

afternoon, Waylen

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

the sofa, tear stains

from

up and gently covered

wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m

held her close, and he missed the warmth of her

laying down beside her, gently cradling her

still in a deep

some time, but

descended,

the blanket draped over her, and

her with

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

has returned to

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her time

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

him on, so she

deeply for her two children,

insisted she stay

she made

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing Marcus in

car, Waylen returned

mirror, he instructed in a

baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

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

her young age, she understood the concept of

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