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

“Didn’t you go on

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

pulled her back, her tear-stained face

that she

age, she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament

was wrong, he couldn’t resist

had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to

their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no

was the

girl, her heart torn

fingers against her glamorous face, trying

coaxed in a low voice, his

torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it

the moment she called

when she had referred to

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

bodies

not of physical pain but of sorrow

night, he indulged himself

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

had stayed with her the entire

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

was kicked out of her room, not even

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

are you still here?” she asked,

turned to

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

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

but she tried

so so,” she replied, trying

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

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

a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze

over her, and the urge to

her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her ear, he

felt both ashamed

around her waist,

“Mark!

doing? We’re on

fingers, his determination to make her reveal the

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

tears welling

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

she turned her face away

to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she

powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with someone

all, in his mind,

free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find

hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every

indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than

was inevitable that their relationship would change in

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

the afternoon, Waylen and

Waylen found Rena. Although she moved

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from her

it up and gently covered her

with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here.

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

her, gently cradling her in his

still in

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

twilight descended, she

and she saw Waylen leaning against the door,

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

returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her

this moment, he had an eerie sense

lead him on, so she kept her

her two children,

insisted she stay

Rena accepted the invitation, but she made sure to

at his son,

up and grabbed the car

gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly,

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten

with a baby in her arms was a challenge, so

up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All

she understood the

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