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.

to linger for an eternity,

intimate moment, a sense of trepidation settled over Cecilia. After

they possibly engage in such an intimate

considering that their relationship had only just blossomed. Pondering the implications, they had engaged in passionate acts without fully exploring other aspects of their connection. Moreover, she couldn’t help but worry about

wearing a condom? What if an unintended

supporting himself, Mark deftly unbuttoned her attire

had sparked easily, and despite their affection for each other, except for that very night, they had refrained

this moment, a trace of impatience

cast through the French window, bathing the couple locked in an embrace in the golden

Cecilia, reassuringly murmuring, “You can rest a while longer. I’ll wake you at

with Cecilia, reluctant to leave her side despite the pressing matters and Peter’s waiting presence in the study. His

he vowed to do all within his

blushed, pulling the quilt up to nestle against her pillow,

dressed, Mark bent down to kiss her once

he departed, sleep

she sought out Rena and engaged in a pleasant chat with Zoey, an understanding elder who cherished

work, he found Cecilia with his mother, tending

claimed, “These are my own pesticide-free

great pride in her organic green food. It’s a rare treat for

Zoey snorted.

good son and brings that girl home, I will dig out all the

“What girl?”

Cecilia was confused.

the details of Mark’s drunken dream, leaving Cecilia understanding

wore an enigmatic smile that only deepened

that, Cecilia couldn’t deny the sweet feeling that arose within her. It seemed that when Mark was inebriated, he would call

the darkness was steadily

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

supposed to retire to their respective

Cecilia

with elegant and refined furniture and decorations. An adjacent study added a touch of antiquity to the room, and the window seat provided a cozy

found herself stunned

nudged her nose and inquired,

“I never imagined my boyfriend’s room

laced with tact

she meant that the style of his bedroom was somewhat old-fashioned; suitable for middle-aged men, but

proceeded to brew a

he adopted an enigmatic tone,

Cecilia’s spirits immediately dampened.

smarter than her, but she was skilled

playfully calling him “Uncle Mark” to beg for mercy. Mark, reciprocating the affection, held her delicate hand with one hand

of work to tackle, leaving him with scarce

circumstances, Cecilia never voiced a

kept him company in

Mark would raise his head and request her assistance with fetching something, and his little girl would gleefully scurry around to

in work until the late

found a moment to playfully tease his little girl, intending to make good on his earlier

were about to engage in 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 some

atmosphere in the room tensed

people on the

“What should we

tucked her into the quilt, discreetly hiding her slippers under the bed.

addressing her son, “Are

“Yes, I’ve had a

Zoey took a seat.

feeling stifled beneath the quilt, her breaths shallow. Whenever she attempted to move, Mark gently secured her head between his legs and even playfully caressed

Eventually, Zoey departed.

the door closed, Cecilia emerged from the quilt, her

I

arms, and after a while, he inquired softly,

to respond to

What was he implying?

share the food with Cecilia,

insisted

and ask her to make some more for my

on him and lightly pummeled him with

time, she still clung

and playfully remarked, “I’ve never encountered anyone

know

She obediently embraced him.

to the kitchen. To his surprise, he

also taken aback by her

casually lit a cigarette and rummaged through

however, was not about to let her

took out 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

Mark was left speechless.

and sprinkled a handful of fresh basil, believing that

the plate and departed, suddenly realizing something and breaking into

care for basil but Zoey had used it. It

in love was always

Cecilia to spend one more

he planned to take it one step at a

staying at the Evans mansion for a couple of days now. She desired to go out and buy gifts for Rena and Zoey. She had also heard about some famous cake shops in Czanch and wanted to

with Peter as her companion, while Mark

bumped into an acquaintance on the

It was Jenna Vaughn.

position; but she always knew he would soon outshine her and

the roadside, strolled over and tapped on the

of the

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

little girl hurried over with several shopping bags, her face

couldn’t help but steal a few

be around her

colleagues, Mark merely

Merely a junior…

beat, and a

his

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