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

“Didn’t you go on

audibly, but her trembling shoulders

back, her tear-stained face was

that she was indeed

and had a childlike

it was wrong,

lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging

lay entangled, their clothes in

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

was the only

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting

brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying

coaxed in a low voice, his own emotions swirling

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

the moment she called him

used, and when she had referred to him as

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

her tenderly, their bodies seeking

were not of physical pain but of sorrow

cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment

at all. They surrendered to

dawn broke, Cecilia woke up

magnified before her, lying beside her

had stayed with her the

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

was kicked out of her room, not

smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia

here?” she asked, her voice

to

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

good last night?” he asked gently, concerned about

she

replied, trying

Just so so…

been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind

His question was direct.

she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him,

a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze

washing over her, and the

waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just

felt both ashamed and

waist, and his

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the balcony!”

teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth

did you have

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in her

away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

face away

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

him away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

was flaring up as he knew she frequently

she might fall in love with someone else

mind, she

did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he

hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every word she

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

it was inevitable that their relationship would

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

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

found Rena. Although she moved all her

sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from her

picked it up and gently covered her

wiped away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m

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

couldn’t resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her in his

was still in a deep

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

the twilight descended, she

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

her

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

returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

care, and Alexis enjoyed her

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

to lead him on, so she

two children, she avoided

she

she

son, urging, “Waylen, see

stood up and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

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

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus to

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in a

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

up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having

young age, she understood

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