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

said, “Didn’t you go on a date?

audibly, but her

her tear-stained

discovered that she was

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

it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

slightly as

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging

seemed to lose its meaning as they lay

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

the only one, from beginning

girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and

fingers against

coaxed in a

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

called him “Mark,”

and when she had referred

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

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

not of physical

of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment

lust at all. They

Cecilia woke up

face magnified before her, lying beside

stayed with

he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her

out of her room, not even

footsteps of Cecilia approaching him

here?” she

turned to

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

he asked

cheeks flushed, but she

so so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

over the 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 sex with other

His question was direct.

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

of his cigarette,

a wave of despondency washing over her, and the

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

both ashamed and

her waist, and his hand ventured inside

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on

areas with his fingers, his determination to make

you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling

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

her face away and urged

attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she frequently went on blind

uncertain if she might fall in love with

his mind,

end up falling for someone else and being

her. The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

every

he took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of

their relationship would change

but they remained silent, understanding that

Waylen and Mark concluded

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

lay asleep on the sofa,

slipped from her

up and gently

fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why

held her close, and

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

was still in a deep

time, but right

descended,

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

her with

She didn’t want to stay alone

has returned to

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed

with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was still

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

her two children, she avoided any

insisted she

but she made

son, urging, “Waylen,

up and grabbed the car

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

something inside him. He raised his eyes

car, Waylen

mirror, he instructed

with a baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to

little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All parents need to

she understood the concept of

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