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

and said, “Didn’t you go

audibly, but her trembling

back, her tear-stained

discovered that she was

him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

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

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in

in Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features,

her heart, he was the only one, from

her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

cry, Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own

with her and the knowledge

moment she called him

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

felt the weight

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking

of physical pain but of sorrow and

of night, he indulged

she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all.

dawn broke, Cecilia

face magnified before her, lying

with

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

her room, not even having the time to fasten his

the footsteps of Cecilia

she asked,

turned to face

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

last night?” he asked gently, concerned about her

flushed, but she tried to act

so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

since they were entwined on

His question was direct.

him. It might look like she was still waiting for

drag of his cigarette, his

a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge

away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer

both

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

“Mark!

We’re on the balcony!”

sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in her

away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

she turned her face away and

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

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she frequently

if she might fall in love

his mind,

in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find peace within himself

blame her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

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

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

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

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

Rena. Although she moved all

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

from her

gently covered

from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped

her close, and he

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in his

still in a

had been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping

descended, she stirred

draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the

cover her

said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and

to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was still his

on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold

she cared deeply for her two children,

she stay

she

son, urging,

stood up and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but

Waylen returned Marcus to

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in a

her arms was

looked up and happily

young age, she understood the concept of

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