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 you

audibly, but her

back, her tear-stained

discovered that she was indeed

and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t

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

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

in Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one can bully

he was the

like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling

slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his

and the knowledge that it

she called him

referred to

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

tenderly, their bodies

not of physical pain but of sorrow and

cover of night, he indulged himself in this

she couldn’t 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

broke, Cecilia

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her

with her

woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked, “Did you sleep

was kicked out of her room, not even

of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out

are you still here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to

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

night?” he asked gently, concerned about

she tried

replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

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

drag of his cigarette, his

a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

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

both

her waist, and his hand

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

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

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

turned her face away and urged

immerse himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently went

uncertain if she might fall in love

in his mind, she remained somewhat

falling for someone

hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

believed every

sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

inevitable that their relationship would change

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

Waylen and

Rena. Although she

sofa, tear stains

slipped from

gently

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

her close, and he missed the warmth

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in his

still in a deep

had been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but

descended, she

over her, and she saw

he cover her

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

to

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed

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

so she kept

deeply for her two children, she avoided any

she stay

but she made sure to

glared at his son,

promptly stood up and grabbed the

Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze

Waylen returned Marcus to

the rearview mirror, he instructed in a

a baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen

happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house

young age, she understood

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