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

that she

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

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained

she was indeed

much younger than him and had a childlike temperament

he knew it was wrong,

as if she was

met, and their bodies intertwined,

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

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

was the only one,

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

slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying

coaxed in a

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

called

when she had referred to

by his name, he felt the weight of

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking

not of physical pain but

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

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,

Cecilia woke

magnified before her, lying beside

had stayed with her

when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on

not even having

the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

are you still here?” she asked,

turned to face

simple white shirt.

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

but she tried to act

she replied, trying

Just so so…

that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night,

His question was direct.

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

his cigarette,

of despondency washing over her,

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

both ashamed and

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

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the balcony!”

her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make

me, did you have

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to

face away and urged him

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

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently

she might fall in love

mind,

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

The hatred

But she hadn’t.

believed every

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

was inevitable that their relationship

family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

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

sofa, tear stains

from

up and gently covered her with

from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a man from

had been a while since he held her close, and he missed the warmth of

laying down beside her, gently cradling

was still in a

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

twilight descended, she

over her, and she saw Waylen

cover her with the

She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so

uncle has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never

didn’t want to lead him on, so she

two children, she avoided any

she stay

accepted the invitation, but she made

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

promptly stood up and grabbed

Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed

was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to

was the warm and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All parents need

her young age, she understood the

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