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

her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go

audibly, but her trembling shoulders

gently pulled her back, her

that she was indeed

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

was wrong, he

her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to kiss

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the

daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed

was the only

girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling

fingers against her glamorous

Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low

and the knowledge that it would be difficult for

called

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

felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who bore

their bodies

were not of physical

cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

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

Cecilia

before her, lying beside her in

had stayed with her

He placed his hand on her waist and

kicked out of her room, not even having the

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him

she asked, her voice slightly

to face

simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded a charm that few

last night?” he asked gently, concerned

she

she replied, trying to

Just so so…

the 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 past year. Have you

His question was direct.

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

deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze

a wave of despondency washing over her, and the urge

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

felt both ashamed

grip tightened around her waist,

“Mark!

We’re on the balcony!”

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!”

tears welling up in her

his focus,

away and urged

had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she

if she might fall in love with someone else one

all, in his mind, she remained

setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he

The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

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

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

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

Waylen and Mark concluded their

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

sofa, tear stains evident

from

and gently

from her 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

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling

was still in

time, but right now, she was finally sleeping like a

the twilight descended, she stirred

the blanket draped over her, and

her with

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

returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

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

him on, so she kept her

two children, she avoided any

she

but she made sure

at his son, urging, “Waylen,

and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus

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

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed

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

happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having

young age, she

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