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 date? What

audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her

pulled her back, her tear-stained face was revealed

discovered that she was indeed

and had a childlike

wrong,

had opened slightly as if

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes

with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome

he was the only one,

little girl, her heart torn

against her

coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be

called him

referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it

her call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in each

not of physical pain but

cover of night, he indulged himself in

suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection,

Cecilia woke up

face magnified before

had stayed with her the entire

felt her stirring. He

her room, not even having the

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching

you still here?” she asked, her

turned to

shirt. Despite his age, he exuded

night?” he asked gently,

cheeks flushed, but she

she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

as he asked a question that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the

His question was direct.

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

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge

waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer

felt both ashamed

as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist,

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the

her pleas, Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up in her

shifted his focus, caressing her gently to satisfy

she turned her face away

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 someone else

mind, she

If she did end up falling for someone else and being with

her. The hatred would be directed solely at

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

took a deep drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than

their relationship would change

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

Waylen and

she moved

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

slipped from

and gently covered

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

held her close, and

down beside her, gently cradling

still in

time,

twilight descended, she stirred

her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently watching

cover her with

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

to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her time

for Rena, she remained 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

so she kept her distance, maintaining a

deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional

insisted she

the invitation, but she

his son, urging,

and grabbed

carried Marcus, Waylen gently reached out to take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond, carefully placing

Waylen returned

instructed in

was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to

warm and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All parents need to

age, she understood

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