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

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

reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

back, her

she was indeed

had a childlike

was wrong,

as if she was waiting for

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

as they lay

daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s

the only one, from beginning to

heart torn between wanting him

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his

with her and the knowledge that it would be

the moment she called him “Mark,”

had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it

now, hearing her call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman

tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

of physical pain

indulged himself

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

broke, Cecilia

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

had stayed with her the entire

a bit groggy, Mark woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly

out of her room, not even having the time to fasten

footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

you still here?” she asked,

to face

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

last night?” he asked

cheeks flushed, but she

so,” she replied, trying to

Just so so…

entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been

His question was direct.

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

drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

despondency washing over her, and the

cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him.

felt both

grip tightened around her waist, and

“Mark!

doing? We’re

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

did you have

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

she turned her face away and urged

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

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she

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

all, in his mind, she remained somewhat

If she did end up falling for someone else

her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

every word

cigarette, he took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more

that their relationship would change in some way when they met

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

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

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

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on

from her

up and gently covered her with a

the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you

while since he held her close, and he missed the

laying down beside her,

in

had been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was finally

descended, she

and she saw Waylen leaning

he cover her with

through her 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 made her way

uncle has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her

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

didn’t want to lead him on, so she kept her

her two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements

she stay

accepted the invitation, but she made sure to

son, urging, “Waylen, see

stood up and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

that moment, their hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

rearview mirror, he instructed in a

her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having

she understood the concept of

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