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

knew that she

patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you

but her

he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face

she

she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering

slightly as if she was waiting for

and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

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

mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she

her heart, he was the only one, from

like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him

against her glamorous face,

he coaxed in

torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult

moment she called him “Mark,”

referred to him as

the weight of their history together—a history that

their bodies seeking solace in each

tears were not of physical

of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting a flame—irresistible and

broke, Cecilia woke

before her, lying

had stayed with her

woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her

was kicked out of her room, not even having the time to fasten his

cigarette, until the footsteps of

still here?” she asked, her voice slightly

to face

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

he asked gently, concerned about her

but she tried to

replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

tell him. It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection was still

took a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

of despondency washing over her, and the urge to

butt he had just

felt both

struggled as Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re

sensitive areas with his 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

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

turned her face away and

bear to

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently went

her, uncertain if she might fall in love with

in his mind, she remained somewhat

a considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark

couldn’t blame her. The hatred would be directed solely

But she hadn’t.

every word

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

that their relationship

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

the afternoon, Waylen and

the second floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all

asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from

picked it up and gently covered her with a

away the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped

a while since he held her close, and he

her, gently cradling her in his

was still in a deep

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

the twilight descended, she stirred

the blanket draped over her, and she saw Waylen leaning

her

‘Thank you.” She didn’t want to stay

returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

received excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time

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

on, so she kept

her two children, she

she

but she made sure to

glared at his son, urging,

and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

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

the car, Waylen returned Marcus

he instructed in a hushed

was a challenge, so Waylen leaned

Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All parents

she understood the

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