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

patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go

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

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

she was indeed

her age, she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t

slightly as if she was waiting

bodies

lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes

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

the only one, from beginning

little girl, her heart torn between

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to

in a low

her and the knowledge that it would be

she called

had referred

hearing her call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history

claimed her tenderly, their bodies

tears were not of physical pain but

of night, he indulged

he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting a flame—irresistible and

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying

with her the entire

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

he was kicked out of her room, not even having the time to fasten his

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him

are you still here?” she asked, her

to

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

good last night?” he

cheeks flushed, but she

replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

had been on his mind since they were entwined on the

His question was direct.

want to tell him. It might

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

wave of despondency washing over 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 closer to him. Whispering softly in her ear,

felt both

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

“Mark!

doing? We’re on

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

did you have

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up in

Mark shifted his

turned her face away and urged him to stop.

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

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she

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

in his mind, she

a considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else

blame her. The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

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

and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when

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

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark

found Rena. Although she moved all

the sofa, tear stains evident on her

from her

gently

tenderly wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a man from

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

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in

was still in

quite some time, but right now,

the twilight descended, she stirred

over her, and she saw Waylen

cover her with

voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him,

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

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

on, so she kept her distance, maintaining

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

insisted she

the invitation, but she made sure to leave after

at his son, urging, “Waylen, see them

up and grabbed

gently reached out to take the boy from her

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

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

the car, Waylen returned

rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten

her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is

her young age, she understood the

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