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

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

audibly, but her trembling shoulders

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face

that she was indeed

and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she once

knew it was wrong, he

slightly as if she

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

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

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

he was the only one, from beginning

like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting

slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

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

called him

she seldom used, and when she had referred to him

he felt the weight of their history together—a history that

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

tears were not of physical

he indulged himself

couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their

Cecilia woke up

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

had stayed with

her stirring. He placed his hand

he was kicked out of her room, not even having the time to

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

are you still here?” she asked,

turned to face

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

good last night?” he

flushed, but she tried

so,” she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

words, narrowing his eyes as he asked 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 you had

His question was direct.

might look like she was still waiting for

took a deep drag of his cigarette, his

of despondency washing over her, and

so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked,

both ashamed and

waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on

her pleas, Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming on his own

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his focus,

she turned her face away and urged

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

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently went on

to stop her, uncertain if she

in his mind, she

end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark

couldn’t blame her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every

indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way

noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding

afternoon, Waylen and

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

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from

and gently covered

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

had been a while since he held her close, and

beside her, gently cradling her

still in

by insomnia for quite some time,

twilight descended, she

the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against

he cover her

didn’t want to stay alone

returned to

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her

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

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

she cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any

insisted she stay for

she made sure to

at his son, urging, “Waylen,

promptly stood up and grabbed the car

gently reached out to take the boy from

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

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

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus

mirror, he instructed in a hushed

arms was

and happily announced,

age, she understood the concept

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