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

said, “Didn’t you go on

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling

back, her

she was indeed

she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament

he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t

had opened slightly as if she was

and their bodies intertwined,

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

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

the only one, from beginning

heart torn between wanting him

gently brushed his slender fingers against her

coaxed in a low voice,

with his feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that it would be

she called him

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

him by his name, he felt the weight of

bodies

were not of physical pain

he indulged himself in this

couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at

Cecilia

magnified before her, lying beside

with

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

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

of Cecilia

she asked, her voice slightly

turned to

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

good last night?” he asked gently, concerned

flushed, but she tried to

so,” she replied, trying to

Just so so…

they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in the past year.

His question was direct.

else, she didn’t want to tell him. It might look like she was

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

of despondency washing over her, and the urge to leave consumed

hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly

both ashamed and

grip tightened around her waist, and his hand ventured inside her clothes.

“Mark!

We’re on

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

me, did you

“No! No one else!”

crying, tears welling up in her

his

face away and urged

fully immerse himself in her tenderness, 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. “I felt good last

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she

she might fall in love with someone

in his mind, she

had taken a considerable risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never

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

But she hadn’t.

believed every word she

feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more

and it was inevitable that their relationship would

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

Waylen and Mark

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

asleep on the sofa,

slipped from her

up and gently covered

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

her

her, gently cradling her

still in a

for quite some time, but

descended, she

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

her with

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

to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis enjoyed her time with

remained with Waylen in this same house. In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they

didn’t want to lead him on, so she kept

her two children, she avoided any

insisted she stay

but she made sure to leave after the

at his son, urging, “Waylen,

stood up and grabbed the

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

He raised his eyes to

the car, Waylen returned Marcus

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed

was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over to help

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

her young age, she

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