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

shoulder and said, “Didn’t

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

her

that she

and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of

knew it was wrong,

slightly as if she was waiting for him

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging

to lose its meaning as they lay

felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome

her heart, he was the only one, from beginning

her heart torn between

slender fingers against her glamorous face,

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

the knowledge that it would be difficult

moment she called

and when she had referred to him as

him by his name, he felt the weight of

their bodies seeking solace in each

not of physical pain but of sorrow and

night, he indulged

that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting a flame—irresistible

Cecilia woke up

Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying

stayed with her the entire

he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on

her room, not even having the time to

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

she

turned to

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

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

but she tried to

she replied, trying to

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

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

deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge to

hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had

both ashamed

her waist,

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on

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

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

tears

Mark shifted his focus,

she turned her face away

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

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently went on blind

if she might

mind, she remained

her free. If she did end up falling for

The hatred

But she hadn’t.

every

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

their relationship would change in some way when they

Fowler family noticed the shift, but they

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

from

it up and gently covered her

from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right

while since he held her close, and he missed

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling

still in

quite some time, but right now, she

the twilight descended, she stirred

Rena noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen

cover her with

you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with

has returned to

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed her

she remained 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

him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining

cared deeply for her two children,

insisted she

invitation, but she made

his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

and grabbed the car

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing Marcus

Waylen returned Marcus to

instructed in a hushed

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

happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house

her young age, she understood

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