A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1171-1180

No, no, no.

She needed to focus on their relationship…

*

Two weeks later, Rena finalized her divorce from Waylen

During this period, Alexis turned one month old. After completing the necessary formalities,

Mark arrived to pick up Rena and take her to Czanch, with Cecilia in tow.

Rena was immersed in her pain and didn’t delve into many thoughts.

In the Evans residence in Czanch, Zoey expressed her concern for Rena, holding her granddaughter while reprimanding Waylen.

Cecilia felt a twinge of embarrassment.

After glancing at Cecilia, Mark instructed the butler, “Rena will stay in her usual room. Clean

Mark lowered his head, kissed her and, in a husky voice, said, “I’m leaving.”

As he pulled away, Cecilia rose from the chair, straightened his shirt, and handed him his briefcase. Part of Mark wished he could tuck her into it and take her with him.

Before departing, he added in a hushed tone, “I’ll take Rena back to Czanch in a few days.

You should come with me.”

Cecilia was surprised by this.

The future of her brother and Rena remained uncertain. Was it appropriate for her to go to

Czanch?

Mark recalled his mother mentioning that he called out a girl’s name during his dream. He smiled and reassured her, “it’s alright. I’l be there with you.”

After lingering in a passionate embrace with Cecilia for a prolonged moment, Mark finally bid his farewell.

In another private dining room, Peter was having his meal. Spotting Mark as he emerged, Peter playfully quipped, “Mr. Evans, you seem to be in good spirits.”

“How can I be in a good mood with so many matters to attend to?” Mark retorted, yet a smile betrayed his words.

He knew deep down that Cecilia brought him immense joy.

Inside the room, Cecilia scrutinized the card Mark had given her over and over again. It was a gift from her beloved.

Then, she delicately sniffed the amulet necklace. It bore Mark’s scent, for he had taken it out from his pocket, leaving it slightly warm.

Blushing, she immersed herself in the aroma, evoking memories of that unforgettable night.

She found it hard to fathom that Mark was considerably older than her but his prowess in bed was undeniable.

Despite his occasional brusqueness, he made her climax several times that night.

Trying to redirect her thoughts, Cecilia pinched her thigh, wondering why she entertained such notions during daylight hours.

No, no, no.

She needed to focus on their relationship…

*

Two weeks later, Rena finalized her divorce from Waylen

During this period, Alexis turned one month old. After completing the necessary formalities, Mark arrived to pick up Rena and take her to Czanch, with Cecilia in tow.

Rena was immersed in her pain and didn’t delve into many thoughts.

In the Evans residence in Czanch, Zoey expressed her concern for Rena, holding her granddaughter while reprimanding Waylen.

Cecilia felt a twinge of embarrassment.

After glancing at Cecilia, Mark instructed the butler, “Rena will stay in her usual room. Clean up the guest room across from the east side and have Miss Fowler stay there.”

The butler was momentarily taken aback.

Wasn’t the guest room across from the east side situated right opposite Mark’s bedroom?

Hesitating for a moment, the butler inquired, “Will she disturb you?”

Mark gently waved his hand and replied, “Do as I say.”

Once the butler left, Zoey approached Mark, her eyes filled with curiosity and asked, “Is this girl named Cecile?”

Although Zoey was old, she had heard it clearly last time when her son called the girl’s name.

Mark didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and his face flushed slightly. Given his age, if he were to be romantically involved with a girl much younger than him, no one would believe him, and he might be subjected to ridicule.

His had too many things to take into considerations except for his own feelings.

Mark skillfully evaded his mother’s inquiry and said, “Mom, you’re mistaken. This is Waylen’s little sister, Cecilia, not Cecile.”

Zoey gazed at her son and trusted his explanation.

Considering that Waylen’s sister was around the same age as Rena, it was inconceivable for Mark to have engaged in a cradle-snatching affair.

Zoey’s hope was more or less dashed.

In her eyes, Cecilia possessed an exquisite beauty.

After their lengthy journey, they retired to their respective rooms to rest following a delightful dinner.

Cecilia’s stay was planned for a week.

Traveling light, she had packed merely about three sets of clothes. As she unpacked her belongings, she eagerly anticipated going to check on Rena later.

Unbeknownst to her, an intruder entered the room soundlessly, proceeding to lock the door.

A firm hold on Cecilia’s slender waist, accompanied by the man’s warm breath caressing her neck, sent waves of pleasure, rendering her weak and helpless. In the throes of ecstasy, she couldn’t resist whimpering.

Mark’s gentle touch traced her thin waist.

passionate exchange of kisses and affectionate caresses that seemed to linger for an eternity, he lifted her tenderly and gently

sense of trepidation settled over Cecilia. After all, this was the

they possibly engage in such an

just blossomed. Pondering the implications, they had engaged in passionate acts without fully exploring other aspects of their connection.

if

hand supporting himself, Mark deftly unbuttoned her

their affection for each other, except for that very night, they had refrained from

of impatience seemed

horizon, a warm, autumnal glow was cast through

upon Cecilia, reassuringly murmuring,

leave her side despite the pressing matters and Peter’s waiting presence in the study. His concern stemmed from the

no bounds. Even when separated, he vowed to do all within

blushed, pulling the quilt up to nestle against

was dressed, Mark bent down to kiss

he departed, sleep

engaged in a pleasant chat with Zoey, an understanding elder who cherished Cecilia deeply due to the scarcity of

work, he found Cecilia

“These are

mother takes great pride in her organic green food. It’s a

Zoey snorted.

nonsense! As long as he is being a good son

“What girl?”

Cecilia was confused.

the details of Mark’s drunken dream, leaving Cecilia understanding the situation and feeling her

wore an enigmatic

feeling that arose within her. It seemed that when Mark was inebriated, he would call out

darkness was steadily

them, and Cecilia offered to help. Although Mark rarely took on the role of

their dinner, they were supposed to

gallantly led Cecilia

study added a touch of antiquity to the room, and the window seat provided a cozy

stunned by

her nose and inquired, “Surprised by my

of shyness, “I never

were laced with

the style of his bedroom was somewhat old-fashioned; suitable for middle-aged men, but certainly not for younger

response? Unperturbed, he proceeded to brew

a sip, he adopted an enigmatic tone, asking, “Shall we continue

Cecilia’s spirits immediately dampened.

and smarter than her, but

she tenderly embraced him, playfully calling him “Uncle Mark” to beg for mercy. Mark,

mountain of work to tackle, leaving him with scarce free

the circumstances, Cecilia never

she obediently kept him company

Mark would raise his head and request her assistance with fetching something, and his little girl would

work until the late hours of

playfully tease his little

intimacy, an unexpected knock at the door disrupted their plans. Zoey’s voice then carried from outside. “Mark, you’re still awake, aren’t you? I’ve brought you

in the room tensed as she

two people on the bed were slightly

Cecilia whispered, “What should

quickly, Mark tucked her into the quilt, discreetly hiding her slippers under

room, addressing her son, “Are you going to

replied, “Yes, I’ve had a

Zoey took a seat.

and son left Cecilia feeling stifled beneath the quilt, her breaths shallow. Whenever she attempted to move, Mark gently secured her head between his legs and

Eventually, Zoey departed.

the door closed, Cecilia emerged from the quilt, her eyes glistening

Mark, I

a while, he inquired softly, “Do you enjoy

Cecilia refused to respond

What was he implying?

his inquiry, opting to share the food with Cecilia, who eagerly consumed it

she insisted on having

jesting, “Shall I wake mom and ask her to

she playfully jumped on him and lightly pummeled him

played for quite some time, she still clung

her tenderly and playfully remarked, “I’ve never encountered anyone as vocal as you!

know

She obediently embraced him.

on his slippers, and headed to the kitchen.

also taken aback by her

cigarette and rummaged through the

about to let her

slices of frozen pizza from the fridge and carefully

chided her son, she chatted, “You’re not so young anymore. You should pay attention to your figure. How will you find a

Mark was left speechless.

a handful

and departed, suddenly

but Zoey had used it. It appeared that Zoey had realized the snack wasn’t for

in love was always

Cecilia to spend one more weekend at the Evans

planned to take it one step

out and buy gifts for Rena and Zoey.

Peter as her companion, while Mark himself

bumped into an acquaintance on the

It was Jenna Vaughn.

a colleague of Mark’s, holding a prestigious position; but she always knew he would soon outshine her and

on the roadside,

stepped out of the car

with a smile, “I thought that was your car from

girl hurried over with several

but steal a

thought the beautiful girl appeared to be around her son’s age, so she coughed and

to be exposed to colleagues, Mark merely

Merely a junior…

and a

her as his girlfriend even within his

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