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

that she

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

but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

back, her tear-stained face was revealed to

that she was

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

wrong,

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

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

meaning as they lay entangled, their

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

the only

heart torn between wanting him close

gently brushed his slender fingers against

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

struggled with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him

she called him “Mark,” everything

referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it excited and thrilled

his name, he felt the weight of their

tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

were not of physical

night, he indulged himself in

help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that 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

broke, Cecilia woke up

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying

stayed with her the

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

not even having the time to

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

you still here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to

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

he asked gently, concerned about

she tried to

so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

as he asked a 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

deep drag of his cigarette, his

washing over her, and

cigarette butt he had just

felt both ashamed and

struggled as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the

fingers, his determination to make her reveal

did you have sex

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in

shifted his focus, caressing

she turned her face away and

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

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she frequently went on

if she might fall in love with

in his mind, she remained somewhat

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

blame her. The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

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

their relationship would change in some way when they

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

the afternoon, Waylen

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

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from

it up and gently

fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here.

he held her close, and he missed the warmth of her

beside her, gently cradling her

was still in

by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping like a

the twilight descended, she stirred

her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door,

he cover her with the

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

has returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed

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

didn’t want to lead him on, so

children, she avoided any

insisted she stay

she made sure to leave after the

son, urging,

up and grabbed the

gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly,

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

his eyes to gaze

Waylen returned Marcus to

mirror, he instructed in a hushed

with a baby in her arms was a challenge,

looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All parents

her young age, she

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