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

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

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

her tear-stained

that she was indeed

than him and had a childlike temperament that

was wrong, he couldn’t resist

had opened slightly as if she was waiting for

and their bodies intertwined,

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath

mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one

he was the only one, from beginning

cried like a little girl, her heart

his slender fingers against her glamorous

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions

and the knowledge that it would be difficult

the moment she called him

seldom used, and when she had referred to him as

his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history

their bodies seeking

tears were not of physical

of night, he indulged himself

his lust at all.

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her in her

had stayed with

feeling a bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He

room, not even having the time to

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching

still here?” she asked,

to face

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

he

she tried to

so,” she replied, trying to

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 past year. Have you had sex with

His question was direct.

want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him,

took a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

washing over

away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to

both ashamed

tightened around her waist,

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

determination to make

me, did you have

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up in

tears away, Mark shifted his

she turned her face away and urged him to stop.

couldn’t fully immerse himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she frequently went on

to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in

in his mind, she remained somewhat

up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find

The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

believed every

another cigarette, he took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of the previous

had been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship

but they

Waylen and Mark concluded

Rena. Although she moved

asleep on the sofa, tear

from her

gently

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

her close, and he missed the warmth

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

in a

for quite some time,

twilight descended, she stirred

over her, and

he cover her with the

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

returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her

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 still his

him on, so she kept her

cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional

insisted she stay for

invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

his son, urging, “Waylen, see

promptly stood up and

to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand. Marcus is

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond,

the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten

a baby in her arms was a

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

her young age, she understood the concept of

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