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

that she was

patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on a

her

back, her tear-stained

that she was

she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she once

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

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

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging

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

a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers

her heart, he was the only one, from beginning

like a little girl, her heart

fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

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

the knowledge that it would

called him

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

the weight of their history

tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

physical pain but

he indulged himself in

suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their

Cecilia woke up

face magnified before her, lying beside her in her

stayed with her

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

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

footsteps of

you still here?” she asked, her

to face

pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm

night?” he asked gently, concerned about

she tried

she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

over the words, 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 past year. Have you had sex

His question was direct.

she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him,

of his cigarette, his gaze

of despondency washing over her,

Mark wouldn’t let her 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. Whispering softly in her ear, he asked, “Are they as good as

felt both ashamed and

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

“Mark!

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

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

did you

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears

shifted his focus, caressing her gently to

she turned her face away and

to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently went

stop her, uncertain if she might

all, in his mind, she

up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew

couldn’t blame her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than

that their relationship would change in some way when they

the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some

in the afternoon, Waylen

Rena. Although she moved

asleep on the sofa,

from her

it up and gently

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

a while since he held her close, and he missed

beside her,

in

been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but

the twilight descended, she stirred

and she saw Waylen

he cover her with

She didn’t want to stay alone with him,

to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis

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

didn’t want to lead him on, so she

cared deeply for her two children, she avoided

she stay for

the invitation, but she made sure to leave

son, urging, “Waylen,

up and grabbed

gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

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

car, Waylen

mirror, he instructed in a

up with a baby in her arms was

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

her young age, she understood

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