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

patted her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you go on a

but her trembling shoulders revealed her

gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was

discovered that she was indeed

than him and had a childlike temperament that

knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist

opened slightly as if

lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth

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

felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze. Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one

heart, he was the only one,

little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and

fingers against her glamorous face,

cry,” he coaxed in a

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

the moment she called him “Mark,”

referred

he felt the weight of their history together—a history that

claimed her tenderly, their bodies seeking

physical pain but of sorrow

indulged himself in this

he couldn’t suppress his lust at all. They surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting a flame—irresistible

dawn broke, Cecilia woke

before her, lying beside her in

had stayed with her the entire

her stirring. He placed his hand

her room, not even having

cigarette, until the footsteps of Cecilia approaching him snapped him out of

are you still here?” she asked, her voice

turned to face

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

you feel good last night?” he asked

but she tried to

so so,” she replied, trying to downplay

Just so so…

that had been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a

His question was direct.

want to tell him. It might

of his cigarette, his gaze unwavering as he studied

over her, and

waist and the other tossing away the cigarette butt he had just smoked, he pulled her closer to him. Whispering softly in her ear, he asked, “Are

felt both ashamed

Mark’s grip tightened around her waist, and his

“Mark!

doing? We’re on the

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

me, did you

“No! No one else!”

tears welling

her tears away, Mark shifted his

face away and urged him to stop.

immerse himself in her tenderness, knowing he had work to attend to, yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In a whisper,

away, Cecilia hurriedly

Mark’s eyes darkened.

flaring up as he knew she frequently went on blind

to stop her, uncertain if she might

in his mind, she

falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he would never find peace within himself

The hatred would be directed

But she hadn’t.

every word she

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

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

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

afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded

Although she moved all her things

lay asleep on the sofa, tear stains evident on her

slipped from

and gently covered her with a

his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m right

her close, and he missed the

beside her,

was still in

quite some time, but right now, she was finally sleeping like

twilight descended, she

blanket draped over her, and she saw

he cover her with the

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

uncle has returned to

It was getting dark.

and Alexis enjoyed

he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they

so she kept her distance,

cared deeply for her two children, she avoided any

she stay for

invitation, but she made sure to leave after the

his son,

stood up and grabbed

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

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus from

other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to gaze at

inside the car, Waylen returned Marcus

he instructed in

baby in her arms was a challenge,

Alexis looked up and happily announced, “Our kindergarten is having an

she

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