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

shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

back, her tear-stained face was revealed

that she was

younger than him and had a childlike

it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to

and their bodies intertwined,

they lay entangled, their

she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered

heart, he was the

little girl, her heart torn between wanting

fingers against

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

her and the

moment she called him “Mark,” everything

when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it

him by his name, he felt the weight of their history

her tenderly, their bodies

physical

the cover of night, he indulged

was because 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

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her in her

had stayed with

feeling a bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her

her room, not even having the time to

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching

you still here?” she asked,

turned to face

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

he asked gently, concerned about her

she

so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been

His question was direct.

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

of his cigarette,

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

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 to him.

felt both ashamed and

waist, and his hand

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

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

me, did you have

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in

away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to satisfy

face away

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,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew

stop her, uncertain if she might fall in

mind, she remained

did end up falling for someone else and

blame her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

every

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

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

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

the afternoon, Waylen

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

asleep on the sofa,

slipped from her

up and gently covered her

slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m

a while since he held her close, and he missed the

down beside her, gently

still in a deep

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

descended,

draped over her, and she saw Waylen

her with

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

returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her

same house. In this moment, he had an eerie

lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining

two children, she avoided any emotional

insisted she

the invitation, but she made sure

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen,

and grabbed the car

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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 placing Marcus

Waylen

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

with a baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over

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

young age, she understood the concept

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