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

and said, “Didn’t you go on

audibly, but her trembling shoulders

her back, her tear-stained

she

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

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

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

their bodies intertwined,

meaning as they lay

of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently

her heart, he was the only one, from beginning

heart torn

slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying

Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a

with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to

moment she called him “Mark,”

and when she had referred to

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

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

of physical pain but of

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

couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love

dawn broke, Cecilia

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before

with her the entire

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

out of her room, not even having the time to fasten

of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of his

you still here?” she asked, her voice

to

gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he

night?” he asked gently, concerned about

cheeks flushed, but she tried to act

so so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of

His question was direct.

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

took a deep drag of his cigarette, his

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

wouldn’t let her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had

felt both ashamed

grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming on his own

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in

shifted his

turned her face away and urged him to stop.

to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper,

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she

her, uncertain if she might fall in love with someone else

his mind,

up falling for someone else and

The hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

every

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

inevitable that their relationship

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

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

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

lay asleep on the sofa,

slipped from

up and gently covered

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

held her

down beside her, gently

was still in a deep

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

the twilight descended,

blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen

her

hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly made her

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her

had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had

him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining

deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements

insisted she stay for

the invitation, but she made sure to leave after

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

and grabbed the car

the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her,

Waylen returned Marcus to

the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone,

a baby in her arms was a challenge,

and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day.

she

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