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 she

patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t

audibly, but her trembling

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was

discovered that she was

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

wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

had opened slightly as if she was waiting for

their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

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

Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she

he was the only

cried like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face,

he coaxed in a low

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

the moment she called

was a name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before,

felt the weight of their history

bodies seeking

tears were not of physical

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender

because she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to

Cecilia woke

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before

had stayed with

when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and

room, not even having the time to fasten

calmly smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of

she asked, her voice

turned to face

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

feel good last night?” he asked gently, concerned

she

replied,

Just so so…

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.

to tell him. It might look like she was still

a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze

of despondency washing over her, and

butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to

both ashamed and

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

“Mark!

We’re on

sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal

you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up in

Mark shifted his

her face away and urged him

work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew

stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with

in his mind, she remained somewhat

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

her. The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

believed every

another cigarette, he took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than

inevitable that their

members of the Fowler family noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark

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

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

slipped from her

and gently covered her

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

held her close, and he missed the warmth

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

still in

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

descended, she stirred

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

he cover her

Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood

to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced,

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

for her two children, she avoided

insisted she stay

the invitation, but she made sure

glared at his son, urging,

stood up and

the boy from her

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

He raised his eyes to gaze

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

rearview mirror, he instructed

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

up and happily

her young age, she understood the concept

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