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

shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on a date?

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

pulled her back, her

discovered that she was

than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she

was wrong, he couldn’t

her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if

their bodies intertwined,

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

in Cecilia’s eyes 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

was the only one,

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

slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort

he coaxed in

his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be

she called him “Mark,”

she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it excited and thrilled

by his name, he felt the weight of their

their bodies seeking

were not of physical pain but of

cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender

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

Cecilia woke

handsome face magnified before her,

had stayed with

He placed

out of her room, not even having

calmly smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia

you still here?” she asked, her

turned to face

iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite

feel good last night?” he

cheeks flushed, but she tried to

so so,” she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

narrowing his eyes as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the

His question was direct.

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

cigarette,

over her, and the urge to

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

both

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

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the

Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth

did you

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in her

away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

turned her face away and urged him to

himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently went on

was powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in

his mind, she remained somewhat

for

hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

it was inevitable that their relationship

the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they

the afternoon, Waylen and

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

on the sofa, tear

from her

picked it up and gently covered her with a

fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why

been a while since he held her close, and he

down beside her,

in

for quite some time,

twilight descended,

blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the

her with

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

same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense

so she kept her distance, maintaining a

for her two children, she avoided any

she stay for

Rena accepted the invitation, but she made

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen,

promptly stood up and grabbed the

out to take the boy from her

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his

the car, Waylen returned

rearview mirror, he instructed in

was a challenge, so

looked up and happily

young age, she understood

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