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

“Didn’t you go on a date? What

but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face

she was

much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded

was wrong, he couldn’t

felt her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if

and their bodies intertwined,

to lose its meaning as they lay

Cecilia’s eyes 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

he was the only one,

girl, her heart torn between wanting him

slender fingers against her glamorous face,

Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

the knowledge that it would

moment she called him “Mark,” everything

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

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

claimed her tenderly, their bodies

of physical pain but of sorrow

night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

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

Cecilia

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside

stayed with

her stirring. He placed his

out of her room, not even having the

cigarette, until the footsteps of

still here?” she asked, her voice

turned to

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

feel good last night?” he asked

flushed, but she tried to

so so,” she replied,

Just so so…

mused over 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

His question was direct.

might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping

of his cigarette, his

despondency washing over her, and

he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her ear, he asked, “Are they as good as

both ashamed

around her waist, and

“Mark!

We’re

fingers, his determination to

did you have sex with

“No! No one else!”

started crying, tears welling up in her

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently to satisfy

away and urged

knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper, he spoke lascivious words in her ear.

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew

she might fall

in his mind, she remained

falling for someone else and being

hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

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

was inevitable that their relationship

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

the afternoon, Waylen

she moved all her things away, the basic

on the sofa, tear

from her

picked it up and gently covered her with

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

had been a while since he held her close, and he

beside her, gently cradling her in

was still in

had been plagued by insomnia for quite some time, but right now,

twilight descended,

noticed the blanket draped over her, and she

cover her with

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

returned to Czanch,” Waylen

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her

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

on, so she

deeply for her two children, she avoided any

insisted she

but she made

his son, urging, “Waylen,

promptly stood up and grabbed

the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just take Alexis’ hand.

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her,

Waylen returned

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

her arms was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

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

her young age, she

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