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

shoulder and said, “Didn’t you

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

he gently pulled her back, 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

wrong, he couldn’t

her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was

and their bodies intertwined,

as they lay entangled, their

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

the only

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

against her glamorous face, trying to

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice,

between staying with her and the knowledge that it

moment she called him

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

felt the weight of their history together—a

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

were not of physical pain

cover of night, he indulged himself in this

couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They

broke, Cecilia woke

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her,

stayed with her the entire

he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist

her room, not even having the time to fasten

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him

she asked, her

turned to

and simple white shirt. Despite

he

cheeks flushed, but she tried

so so,” she replied,

Just so so…

entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve

His question was direct.

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

drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge

wouldn’t let her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just

felt both ashamed

waist, and his hand ventured inside

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on

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

you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in

kissing her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

away and urged him

he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her.

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she

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

his mind, she

end up falling for someone else and being

The hatred

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

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

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

afternoon, Waylen and

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

the sofa,

from her

gently covered her with

slender fingers. Whispers escaped

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

down beside her, gently cradling her in

in a

insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she

twilight descended, she stirred

blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the

he cover her with the

long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up and hurriedly

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her

he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was still his

on, so she kept her distance,

two children, she avoided any emotional

she stay

Rena accepted the invitation, but she

son, urging, “Waylen, see

and grabbed the car

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

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

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

rearview mirror, he instructed in a

baby in her arms was

and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having

she

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