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 she

her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you

didn’t reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders

back, her tear-stained face was revealed to

she was

and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she once

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

had opened slightly as if she

bodies intertwined, exchanging

as they lay entangled, their

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

her heart, he was the only one, from beginning to

a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling

slender fingers against her

cry, Cecilia. Don’t cry,” he coaxed in a low voice,

feelings, torn between staying with her and the knowledge that

the moment she called

and when she had referred to him as “Uncle

weight of their history together—a history that involved a woman

their bodies seeking

tears were not of physical pain but of sorrow

the cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment

his lust at all. They

broke, Cecilia woke up

found Mark’s handsome face magnified before her, lying beside her

with her the entire

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

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

cigarette, until the footsteps of

here?” 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

she tried

she replied, trying to downplay her

Just so so…

been on his mind since they were entwined on the bed last night, “You’ve been on a lot of blind dates in

His question was direct.

It might look like she was still waiting for him, hoping that their connection was still

a deep drag of his cigarette, his gaze

despondency washing over her, and the

easily. With one hand around her 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 they

both

grip tightened around her waist, and his hand

“Mark!

We’re

pleas, Mark teased her sensitive areas with his fingers, his determination to make her

did you have

“No! No one else!”

tears welling up

tears away, Mark shifted his focus, caressing her gently

away and urged him

yet he couldn’t bear to leave her. In

him away,

Mark’s eyes darkened.

up as he knew she frequently went on

to stop her, uncertain if she might fall in love with

mind,

risk in setting her free. If she did end up falling for someone else and being with them, Mark knew he

her. The hatred would

But she hadn’t.

every

sense of

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

they remained silent, understanding that some things were

in the afternoon, Waylen and Mark concluded their

she

the sofa,

from

picked it up and gently

her cheeks with his slender fingers. Whispers escaped him, “I’m

her close, and he missed the

resist laying down beside her, gently cradling her

was still in a

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

descended,

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

her with the

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

to Czanch,” Waylen stated

It was getting dark.

excellent care, and Alexis

In this moment, he had an eerie sense of familiarity, as if they had never divorced, and she was

want to lead him on, so she kept her

deeply for her two children, she avoided

she stay for

the invitation, but she made sure to leave

glared at his son, urging,

up and

take the boy from her arms, saying softly, “Just

Rena didn’t object.

took Marcus

hands brushed against each other, stirring something inside him. He raised his eyes to

car, Waylen returned

he instructed in

with a baby in her arms was a challenge,

and happily announced, “Our

age, she understood

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