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

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

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

her back, her

she was

had a childlike temperament that

wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

which had opened slightly as

and their bodies

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

of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features,

he was the only

girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling

slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying

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

torn between staying with her and the

moment she called him “Mark,”

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

her call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who bore

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

tears were not of physical

indulged himself in this tender moment of

couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her in her

had stayed with her

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

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

of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of his

here?” she

turned to face

composed in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite

night?” he asked

cheeks flushed, but she tried to act

replied, trying to

Just so so…

had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed

His question was direct.

tell him. It might look

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

washing over

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

both ashamed and

waist, and his hand ventured inside her

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on the balcony!”

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

did you have

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up

his focus, caressing her gently

her face away and urged him to stop.

tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper,

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently

stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with someone

mind, she remained somewhat

end up falling for someone else and being

The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

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

inevitable that their relationship would change in

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

the afternoon, Waylen

the second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on

slipped from her

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

he held her close, and he missed the warmth of her

laying down beside her,

still in a deep

for quite some time, but right now, she was finally

twilight descended, she

blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning

her

voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly made her

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

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

so she kept

she cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional

she

she made sure to leave after the

son, urging, “Waylen, see

up and

boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is quite

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing Marcus in Waylen’s

Waylen returned Marcus to

the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed

her arms was a challenge, so Waylen

Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house

her young age, she understood

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