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

her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling

her tear-stained

she was indeed

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

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

as

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

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

Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her

heart, he was the only one,

girl, her heart torn between

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

Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a

torn between staying with her and the knowledge

moment she called him “Mark,”

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

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

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

not of physical pain

he indulged himself in this tender moment of

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

broke, Cecilia woke up

before her, lying

with her the

he felt her stirring. He placed his hand

out of her room, not even having

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of his

you still here?” she

to

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

good last night?” he asked gently, concerned about her

she

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.

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

deep drag of his cigarette,

of despondency washing over her, and the urge

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

felt both ashamed

tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured

“Mark!

doing? We’re

to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even

me, did you

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in

his focus, caressing her

away and

couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear. “I felt good

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently went on

uncertain if she

mind, she remained

she did end up falling for someone else and

her. The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

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

that their relationship would change in some way when they met

the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that

afternoon, Waylen and

Although she moved all

sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from her

and gently covered her

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

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

resist laying down beside her,

in

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

the twilight descended,

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

he cover her with the

a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so

returned to

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her time with

Rena, she remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had

so she kept her

two children,

she stay

Rena accepted the invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

and

take the boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

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

car, Waylen returned Marcus to

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

up with a baby in her arms was a challenge, so

atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily

age, she understood the concept

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