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

“Didn’t you go

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

pulled her back, her tear-stained face was

discovered that she

and had a

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

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

their bodies intertwined, exchanging

lay entangled, their clothes in

sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one

the only

little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and

fingers against her glamorous

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his

feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to walk

called him “Mark,” everything

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

his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

of physical

night, he indulged himself in this tender

help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting a flame—irresistible

broke, Cecilia woke up

handsome face magnified before

stayed with her the

bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He

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

until the footsteps of Cecilia

still here?” she asked, her

to

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

feel good last night?” he asked

cheeks flushed, but she tried to

replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she

cigarette, his gaze unwavering

despondency washing over her, and the

butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering

both ashamed and

tightened around her waist, and

“Mark!

doing? We’re

sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in her

his focus, caressing her

she turned her face away and urged him

couldn’t bear to leave her. In

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently went on

if she might fall in love with someone else one

his mind, she remained somewhat

free. If she did end up falling for someone

couldn’t blame her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

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

that their relationship would change in some way when they met

shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things were

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

found Rena. Although she moved all her

sofa, tear stains

from

gently covered her

wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped

a while since he held her

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling

in

quite some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping like a

twilight descended,

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

her with the

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

to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her

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

didn’t want to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold

children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

she stay

invitation, but she made sure

son, urging, “Waylen, see

promptly stood up and grabbed the car

out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

his eyes to gaze

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

he instructed in a

a baby in her arms was

happily announced, “Our kindergarten is

she understood the concept

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