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

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

but her trembling shoulders

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was

discovered that she

had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she

was wrong, he

opened slightly as

met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

to lose its meaning as they lay entangled,

hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her

her heart, he was the only one, from beginning

cried like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close

against her glamorous face,

cry,” he coaxed in a low

between staying with her and the knowledge that it

called

referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before,

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

claimed her tenderly, their bodies

were not of physical pain but

indulged himself in this tender moment

because she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant

Cecilia woke

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her in

stayed with her the

he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked,

out of her room, not even having

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia

are you still here?” she asked, her voice

to

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

good last night?” he asked gently, concerned

flushed, but she tried to

replied, trying

Just so so…

a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot

His question was direct.

with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still

drag of his cigarette, his gaze

over her, and

one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her ear, he asked, “Are

both ashamed and

tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured

“Mark!

doing? We’re on

areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming on his own

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling

shifted his

away

to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went

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

mind, she remained somewhat

falling for someone else and being with them,

blame her. The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every

an indescribable sense

their relationship would change in some way when

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

afternoon, Waylen and Mark

Although she moved all her things away, the

on the sofa, tear stains

slipped from her

up and gently covered her with a

tenderly wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m

since he held her close, and he missed

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

was still in a deep

for quite some time, but right now, she

descended,

her, and

he cover her with

fingers through her long hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him,

to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis

same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never

want to lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a

two children, she avoided any

she stay for

but she made

at his son,

stood up and grabbed the car

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond,

car, Waylen returned

mirror, he instructed in a hushed

with a baby in her arms was a

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

she understood

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