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 go on a date? What

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

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

discovered that she

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

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

soft lips, which had opened slightly as if

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

lay entangled,

felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she

he was the only

cried like a little girl, her heart

against her

in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

and the knowledge that it would be difficult

moment she called him “Mark,” everything

name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle

the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

physical pain but

indulged himself in this

calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love

broke, Cecilia

Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying

had stayed with

stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and

her room, not even having the time

footsteps of Cecilia approaching him

she asked, her voice

turned to face

looked composed in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt.

you feel good last night?” he asked gently,

but she

so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

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 past year. Have you had sex with

His question was direct.

tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection

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

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

and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her ear,

both

her waist, and

“Mark!

We’re on the balcony!”

sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming on his

did you have

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in

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

face away and urged

work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper,

him away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went on

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

his mind,

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

blame her. The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every

feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure

been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when they

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

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all her things

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on

from her

it up and gently covered

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

held her close, and he missed the warmth

down beside her, gently cradling her

still in

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

the twilight descended, she stirred

her, and she

cover her with

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

to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed her time

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

on, so she kept her distance,

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

insisted she stay for

accepted the invitation, but she made sure to

son,

promptly stood up and grabbed the car

carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

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

Waylen returned

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in

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

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

young age, she understood

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