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

patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on a date? What

her trembling shoulders revealed her

back, her

that she

was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t

had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging

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

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

heart, he was the

a little girl, her heart

slender fingers against her glamorous

he coaxed in a low voice, his

between staying with her and the knowledge

the moment she called

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

now, hearing her call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

physical

night, he indulged himself in this tender moment

that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant

broke, Cecilia woke

Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her in her

with her the entire

a bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on

of her room, not

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out

are you still here?” she asked, her voice

turned to

suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age,

night?” he

cheeks flushed, but she tried to

so,” she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

a question that had been 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

His question was direct.

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

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

despondency washing over her, and the urge to

her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just

both

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

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re

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

me, did you

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling

his focus, caressing her gently to

turned her face away and

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

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently went on blind

stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with

mind, she remained

in setting her free. If she did end up falling for

couldn’t blame her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

every word she

a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological

been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when they met

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

the afternoon, Waylen

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

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

from her

up and gently covered her with

slender fingers. Whispers escaped

her

laying down beside her,

in a

plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping like a

descended, she stirred

her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently

he cover her

hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly made

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed

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

so

cared deeply for her two children, she avoided

insisted she stay for

the invitation, but she made sure to

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

promptly stood up and grabbed the

the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is quite

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

the car, Waylen

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

arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

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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