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

said, “Didn’t you go on a date? What

but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

her tear-stained face was revealed to

she was indeed

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

wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

had opened slightly as if she was waiting

their bodies intertwined,

lay entangled,

as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one can

was the

heart torn between wanting

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

he coaxed in a low voice,

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

she called him “Mark,” everything

had referred to him as “Uncle Mark”

the weight of their

tenderly, their bodies seeking solace in

of physical pain but of

the cover of night, he indulged himself in

couldn’t 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 and

broke, Cecilia

face magnified before her,

stayed with her the entire

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

not even having the time to fasten his

of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

she asked, her voice

turned to face

composed in his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded

he asked gently,

but she

replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

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.

It might look like she was still waiting

drag of his cigarette,

despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering

felt both ashamed and

waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with

you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in her

her tears away, Mark shifted his

away and

couldn’t fully immerse himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently

was powerless to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in

mind, she remained somewhat

for someone else and being with them,

hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling

had been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change

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

Waylen and Mark concluded

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

sofa, tear stains evident on

from

picked it up and gently

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

been a while since he held her close, and he missed the warmth of her

laying down beside her,

in a

for quite some time,

twilight descended, she stirred

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

cover her with

didn’t want

uncle has returned to

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her

an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she

so she kept her distance, maintaining a

cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any emotional

insisted she

accepted the invitation, but she made sure to

glared at his son, urging, “Waylen, see

stood up and grabbed

gently reached out to take the boy from

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to

car, Waylen returned Marcus to

he instructed in a hushed tone,

in her arms was a

it was the warm and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house

she

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