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

and said, “Didn’t you go

reply audibly, but her

pulled her back, her tear-stained face

she was

much younger than him and had a

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

which had opened slightly as if

lips met, and their bodies

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the

Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers

he was the only one, from beginning

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face,

Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions

the knowledge that

called

name she seldom used, and when she had referred to

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

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

of physical pain but of sorrow

night, he indulged himself in this

because 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, their passion reignited

broke, Cecilia woke up

before her, lying beside her in

with her

bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and

he was kicked out of her room, not even having the

of Cecilia approaching him snapped

here?” she asked, her voice slightly

turned to

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

last night?” he asked gently, concerned about her

she

she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

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.

him. It might look

of his cigarette,

despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave

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

felt both ashamed and

as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his hand

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

with his fingers, his determination to make her

me, did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears

Mark shifted his focus, caressing her

away and

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

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she frequently went on

uncertain if she might fall in love with someone else one

his mind, she remained

end up falling for someone else and

her. The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every word she

feeling an indescribable sense of

had been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some

they remained silent, understanding that some things were

Waylen and Mark concluded

Although she moved all her things away,

sofa,

slipped from

picked it up and gently covered her

his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss

he held her close, and he missed the

couldn’t resist laying down beside her,

still in

by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she

twilight descended, she

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

her with

a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want

to

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced,

so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold

cared deeply for her two children, she avoided

she

the invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

glared at his son,

stood up and

Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand.

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

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

the car, Waylen returned Marcus

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in

up with a baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen

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

age, she

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