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

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling

her back, her tear-stained face

discovered that she was

him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded

wrong, he couldn’t

opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the

she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely,

heart, he was the only one, from beginning

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous

Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own

staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for

moment she called him

she had referred to

him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman who

their bodies

tears were not of physical pain but of sorrow

indulged himself in

couldn’t suppress his lust at all.

dawn broke, Cecilia

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before

stayed with her the

up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked, “Did

out of her room, not even having

footsteps of

are you still here?” she

turned to

his iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his

last night?” he asked

cheeks flushed, but she tried

replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night,

His question was direct.

she hadn’t been with anyone else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look

deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering

felt a wave of despondency washing over her,

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

both

her waist, and his hand ventured inside

“Mark!

We’re on

fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering,

me, did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up in her

shifted his focus, caressing her gently

away and urged him to

to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her.

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

he knew she frequently

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

all, in his mind, she

falling for someone else and being with them, Mark

The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every word she

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

inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when they met

they remained silent, understanding that

Waylen and Mark

found Rena. Although she moved all

on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

from her

up and gently covered her

slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a man from

been a while since he held her

her, gently cradling her in his

in a deep

by insomnia for quite some time, but right now, she was

descended,

her, and she saw Waylen leaning

her with

hair, Rena said in a hoarse voice, ‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay alone with him, so she stood up

to

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

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

to lead him on, so

two children, she avoided any emotional entanglements beyond

insisted she stay

accepted the invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

son,

stood up and grabbed

gently reached out to take the boy from her

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t respond,

Waylen

rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone, “Fasten

in her arms was a

up and happily announced, “Our

her young age, she understood

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