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 was

tenderly patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you

her trembling shoulders

pulled her back, her tear-stained face was revealed to

that she

him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded

it was wrong, he couldn’t resist lowering his

as

bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and

to lose its meaning as they lay

Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and

the only one,

little girl, her heart

gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face,

he coaxed in a low

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

called him

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

the weight of

her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

tears were not of physical

night, he indulged himself in this tender moment

because she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like

dawn broke, Cecilia

handsome face magnified before

with her

woke up when he felt her stirring. He placed his

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

until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out

still here?” she asked, her

turned to

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

good last night?” he asked gently,

flushed, but she

so,” she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

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 you had sex with

His question was direct.

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

drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as

wave of despondency washing over her, and the

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

felt both ashamed

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

“Mark!

We’re on the

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

you have sex

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up

her tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing

she turned her face away and urged him to stop.

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

away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

jealousy was flaring up as he knew she frequently went on blind

uncertain if she might fall in love with someone

all, in his mind,

up falling for someone else and being with

hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

believed every word

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

been intimate, and it was inevitable that their relationship would change in some way

the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that some things

the afternoon, Waylen and Mark

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

asleep on the sofa, tear stains

slipped from

and gently

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

while since he held her close, and

her, gently

was still in a

insomnia for quite some time, but right

descended, she stirred

draped over her, and she saw Waylen

her

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

uncle has returned to Czanch,”

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed her

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

so

for her two children, she avoided

insisted she

the invitation, but she made sure to

at his son, urging, “Waylen,

up and grabbed the car

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

Rena didn’t object.

Marcus from

stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus

rearview mirror, he instructed in a hushed tone,

was a challenge,

the warm and harmonious atmosphere, little Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an open house day. All parents

age, she

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