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 on

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

back, her tear-stained face

discovered that she was indeed

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

was wrong, he couldn’t

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

their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

its meaning as they lay entangled, their

a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her

the only one, from

a little girl, her heart torn between

slender fingers against her glamorous

in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for

she called him “Mark,” everything

a name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before,

the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who bore his

tenderly, their bodies

not of physical pain but of

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

‘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

Cecilia woke

face magnified before her,

with her the entire

felt her stirring. He

he was kicked out of her room, not even having

until the footsteps of

here?” she asked, her

turned to face

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

good last night?” he asked gently, concerned

flushed, but she tried to

so so,” she replied, trying to

Just so so…

his eyes as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the

His question was direct.

else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection was

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

washing over her, and the urge to leave

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

felt both

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in her

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

away and urged him

had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear. “I

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently

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

his mind, she remained

end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never

blame her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

every

sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of the previous

their relationship would change in some

members of the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things were better

the afternoon, Waylen

Rena. Although she moved all

the sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from

gently

the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him,

he held her close, and he

laying down beside her, gently cradling

was still in a

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

descended, she stirred

noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw

her with the

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

returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed her time

this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had

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

for her two children,

insisted she

Rena accepted the invitation, but she

glared at his son, urging,

and grabbed the car

boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

inside the car, Waylen

instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten

a baby in her arms was a

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

age, she understood

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