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 was

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

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

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

that she

a childlike temperament that

was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

opened slightly as if she

their bodies

to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes

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

heart, he was the only

heart

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

coaxed in a low voice, his

staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to

called him “Mark,”

when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it excited and thrilled him.

weight of

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

tears were not of physical pain

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this

that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like

broke, Cecilia

face magnified before her, lying beside her in

stayed with

groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her

kicked out of her room, not

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to face

shirt. Despite his age, he

feel good last night?” he asked gently,

but she tried

she replied, trying to

Just so so…

words, narrowing his eyes 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

His question was direct.

been with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection was still

cigarette, his gaze

despondency washing over her, and the

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

both

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his

“Mark!

We’re on

determination to

me, did you

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in her

shifted his focus, caressing her

her face away and urged him to stop.

to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear. “I felt good last

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went on blind

was powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might

all, in his mind, she remained somewhat

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

The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every

indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the physical pleasure of

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

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

afternoon, Waylen

floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she

asleep on the sofa, tear

from

gently covered

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

her close, and he missed the

laying down beside her, gently cradling

in a deep

been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but

twilight descended, she

the blanket draped over her, and

he cover her

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

has returned to

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed

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

him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a

she cared deeply for her two children, she

she stay

invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

son, urging,

and grabbed the car

boy from her arms, saying

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

that moment, their hands brushed against 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

mirror, he instructed in a hushed

a baby in her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an

young age, she

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