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

and said, “Didn’t you go

her

pulled her back, her tear-stained face

discovered that she

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

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

soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to kiss

met, and their bodies

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

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

heart, he was the

girl, her heart

gently brushed his slender fingers against her

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

between staying with her and the knowledge that it

she called him “Mark,”

she had referred to him

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

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

tears were not of physical pain but of sorrow and

he indulged

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

broke, Cecilia

handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her in her

had stayed with her the

stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly

her room, not even having the

calmly smoked a cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching

she asked, her

to face

iron gray suit pants and simple white shirt. Despite his age, he exuded

feel good last night?” he asked gently, concerned about her

but she tried to

so,” she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

question that had 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.

him. It might look like she was still waiting for him,

his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

despondency washing over

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

both ashamed and

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and

“Mark!

are you doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

pleas, Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her reveal the truth unwavering, even with sweat forming on his own

did you

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling

shifted his focus,

her face away and urged him

to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear

away, Cecilia

Mark’s eyes darkened.

as he knew she frequently went on

to stop her, uncertain if she might

mind, she remained

falling for

blame her. The hatred

But she hadn’t.

believed every

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

had been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way when they met

but they remained silent, understanding that some things

afternoon, Waylen and

floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved

lay asleep on the sofa, tear

from

picked it up and gently covered her with

with his slender fingers. Whispers

he held her close, and he missed the warmth

laying down beside her, gently cradling

still in

quite some time, but right now, she was

twilight descended,

over her, and she saw Waylen leaning against the door, silently watching

cover her

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

to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

Alexis enjoyed her

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

lead him on, so she kept her distance, maintaining a

two children, she avoided

she stay

the invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

his son,

up and grabbed

take the boy from her

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at her, but Rena didn’t

car, Waylen returned Marcus to

rearview mirror, he instructed

was a

little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our

she understood the concept of

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