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 was

and said, “Didn’t

her trembling

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was

discovered that she was

had a childlike temperament that always

it was wrong, he

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

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging

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

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

the only

little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close

fingers against

Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice,

her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to walk

she called

seldom used, and when she had referred to him as

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

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking

not of physical pain but of sorrow

of night, he indulged himself in this

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

Cecilia woke up

Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

stayed with

He

of her room, not even having the time to fasten

the footsteps of Cecilia

here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to face

in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm that few men

you feel good last night?” he asked gently, concerned about

cheeks flushed, but she tried to

so,” she replied,

Just so so…

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

his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

washing over her, and the

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

both ashamed and

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

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on

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

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

tears welling

shifted his focus, caressing her gently

face away

fully immerse 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.

flaring up as he knew

uncertain if she might

his mind, she remained somewhat

If she did end up falling for someone else

hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

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

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

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

found Rena. Although she moved all her things away, the basic furniture

on the sofa, tear stains evident on

from

it up and gently

with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss

held her close, and he missed the

down beside her, gently cradling her in

in a deep

insomnia for quite some time, but right now,

twilight descended, she stirred

blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen

her

her fingers through her long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with

uncle has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed

had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never

want to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a

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

insisted she stay for

but she made sure

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen,

and grabbed the car

Rena carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

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

in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All parents

age, she understood the concept of

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