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 you

her trembling shoulders revealed her

her tear-stained face was

discovered that she was indeed

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

opened slightly as if

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

its meaning as they lay entangled, their

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

heart, he was the only one,

girl, her heart

slender fingers against her

coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions

with her and the knowledge that it would be

she called him “Mark,”

used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it excited and thrilled him.

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

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

tears were not of physical pain

cover of night, he indulged himself in this

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

dawn broke, Cecilia

face magnified before her, lying beside

with her the

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

was kicked out of her room, not even having

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching

you still here?” she asked, her voice

turned to

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

he asked gently,

but she tried

so so,” she replied,

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 been on a lot of blind dates in the

His question was direct.

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

a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

of despondency washing over her,

let 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

felt both ashamed and

waist, and his hand

“Mark!

We’re on the

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

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up

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

face away

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

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he

powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might

all, in his mind, she remained

If she did end up falling for someone else and being

The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

drag, feeling an indescribable sense

that their relationship would change in

the shift, but they remained

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

the second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all

the sofa, tear

slipped from her

picked it up and gently covered her

fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right

her

resist laying down beside her,

in a deep

been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was

twilight descended, she stirred

Rena noticed the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently watching

he cover her with the

She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and

has returned to

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her

remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if

him on, so she

children, she avoided any emotional

she stay for

she made sure to leave after

his son, urging, “Waylen, see

and grabbed the car

out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

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

Waylen returned Marcus

at the rearview mirror, he instructed

baby in her arms was a challenge, so

looked up and happily announced, “Our

age, she understood the concept of

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