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

“Didn’t you go on

audibly, but her

gently pulled her back, her

discovered that she was indeed

than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him

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

lips, which had opened slightly as if she was

met, and their bodies intertwined,

as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray

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

heart, he was the only one, from

heart torn between wanting

his slender fingers against her glamorous

cry,” he coaxed in a low voice,

staying with her and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him

moment she called

was a name she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as

felt the weight

her tenderly, their bodies

physical pain but of sorrow and

night, he indulged himself in this

‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust at all.

broke, Cecilia woke up

magnified before her, lying beside her in

with her

up when he felt her stirring. He placed his hand on her waist and softly asked,

of her room, not even

footsteps of Cecilia approaching

still here?” she asked, her voice slightly

turned to

shirt. Despite his age, he

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

but she tried to

replied, trying to

Just so so…

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

His question was direct.

might look

deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he

of despondency washing over her, and the urge to

let her go so easily. With one hand around her waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer

felt both

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

“Mark!

you doing? We’re on the balcony!” she

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

did you

“No! No one else!”

then started crying, tears welling up in her

shifted his focus, caressing her gently

turned her face away and urged him to stop.

to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she frequently

to stop her, uncertain if she might

in his mind, she remained somewhat

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

blame her. The hatred would be

But she hadn’t.

every

drag, feeling an indescribable sense of psychological satisfaction—more thrilling than the

it was inevitable that their relationship would change in

noticed the shift, but they remained silent, understanding that

Waylen and

floor, Waylen found Rena. Although she moved all her

the sofa, tear stains evident

slipped from

and gently covered her with

the cold tears from her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right here. Why do you miss a

had been a while since he held her close, and

beside her, gently cradling her in

in a deep

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

descended,

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

her with the

didn’t want to

returned to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

care, 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 had never divorced, and

on, so

two children, she avoided any emotional

insisted she

Rena accepted the invitation, but she made sure to

son,

and grabbed the

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

his

car, Waylen returned

at the rearview mirror, he instructed in a

was a challenge, so Waylen leaned over

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

she understood the concept

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