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

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

audibly, but her trembling

her back, her tear-stained face was revealed

that she

was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to kiss

lips met, and their bodies

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

a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one can

he was the only one, from beginning to

heart torn between

fingers against her glamorous

Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his

with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be

the moment she called him “Mark,” everything

had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before,

the weight of

bodies seeking solace in

not of physical pain but of

he indulged himself in this tender moment

lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection,

broke, Cecilia woke up

before her, lying beside

with her

woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked, “Did

room, not even having the time to

the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped

she asked, her

turned to

and simple white shirt. Despite his

last night?” he asked gently, concerned about

flushed, but she tried to act

replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the

His question was direct.

hadn’t been with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping

took a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

felt a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled

both

grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

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

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her

turned her face away and urged him to

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

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew

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

in his mind, she remained

up falling for someone else and

hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

every word

took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological

inevitable that their relationship would change in some way

the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things were

Waylen and Mark concluded

Although she moved all her things away,

asleep on the sofa, tear

from

it up and gently covered

wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers

a while since he held her close, and he missed the warmth of

beside her,

still in a deep

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

twilight descended, she stirred

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

her with

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

returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her time with

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

on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a

she cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional

insisted she stay

she made sure

at his son,

stood up and

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

moment, their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena

Waylen returned Marcus to

rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone,

baby in her arms was a challenge, so

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

her young age, she understood the concept of

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