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

shoulder and said, “Didn’t

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling

back, her tear-stained

that she was

a childlike temperament that always reminded him of

was wrong, he

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

their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

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

he was the only one,

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling

against her glamorous

coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions

struggled with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the

moment she called him “Mark,” everything

name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark”

felt the weight

bodies seeking solace

of physical pain but

he indulged himself in

later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

handsome face magnified before

had stayed with her the

groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his

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

footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped

still here?” she asked, her voice

to face

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

feel good last night?” he asked gently,

but she tried to act

so so,” she replied, trying to

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. Have you had

His question was direct.

hadn’t been with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection was

took a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze

wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge

the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly

felt both ashamed

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

“Mark!

doing? We’re

her pleas, Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in her

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

she turned her face away and urged him to

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

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently

was powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might

mind,

falling for someone

couldn’t blame her. The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense

had been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would

the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they

in the afternoon, Waylen

she moved all her things away,

sofa, tear

slipped from

up and gently covered her with

fingers. Whispers escaped him,

held her close, and he missed the warmth

her,

still in a

time, but right now, she was finally sleeping

descended, she

over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently

cover her with

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

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis

she remained 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 still his

so

she cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any

insisted she stay

but she made sure to leave

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

and grabbed

to take the boy from

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

moment, their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully

Waylen

instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten the

in her arms was a challenge,

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

age, she understood the concept

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