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 she was

tenderly patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on a date?

but her trembling shoulders revealed

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face

that she

him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

slightly as if she was waiting for him to

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

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

with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features,

heart, he was the only one, from

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

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous

coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

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

the moment she called him “Mark,”

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

weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who bore

their bodies seeking solace in

tears were not of physical

he indulged himself in

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

Cecilia woke up

magnified before her, lying beside her in her

stayed with her the

He placed his hand on her waist and

her room, not even having

a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him

here?” she asked,

turned to

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

good last night?” he asked gently, concerned about her

but she tried

so so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in

His question was direct.

him. It might look like she was still

drag of his cigarette, his gaze

despondency washing over her, and the urge

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 closer to him. Whispering softly in

both

struggled as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist,

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat

did you have

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in her

away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

away and

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

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew

she might

his mind, she remained

in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he

her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

every word

indescribable sense of

that their relationship would change in some way

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

in the afternoon, Waylen and

Although she moved

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

slipped from her

picked it up and gently covered

Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a man

her close, and he

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her

was still in

for quite some time, but right now, she

descended, she

Rena noticed the blanket draped over her, and she

cover her

didn’t

returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her

an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had

so she kept her distance, maintaining a cold

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

she stay for

accepted the invitation, but she made sure to leave after

at his son, urging,

promptly stood up and grabbed the car

Rena carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond,

the car, Waylen returned

he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten

a baby in her arms was a challenge, so

the warm and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our

age, she

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