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.

kisses and affectionate caresses that seemed to linger for an eternity, he

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

they possibly engage in such an

anxiety, especially considering that their relationship had only just blossomed. Pondering the implications, they had engaged in passionate acts without fully exploring other aspects of their

if an

himself, Mark deftly unbuttoned her attire

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

moment, a trace of impatience

cast through

early, leaned over to bestow a tender kiss upon Cecilia, reassuringly murmuring, “You can rest a while longer. I’ll wake you

the pressing matters and Peter’s waiting presence in the study. His concern stemmed from the fear that she might feel adrift upon awakening

when separated, he vowed to do all within his

quilt up to nestle against her

down to kiss her

departed, sleep eluded

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

from work, he found Cecilia with his

claimed, “These are my

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

Zoey snorted.

to Cecilia, “Don’t listen to his nonsense! As long as he is being a good son and brings that girl home, I will dig

“What girl?”

Cecilia was confused.

revealed to her the details of Mark’s drunken dream, leaving Cecilia understanding the situation

enigmatic

the sweet feeling that arose within her. It seemed that

darkness was

to help. Although Mark rarely took on the role of chef himself, he also remained in

they were supposed to retire

gallantly led Cecilia into his lavishly

adjacent study added a touch of antiquity to the room, and the window

stunned by the

nudged her nose and inquired,

of shyness, “I never imagined my boyfriend’s

were laced with tact and

was somewhat old-fashioned; suitable

in her response? Unperturbed, he proceeded to brew a pot

a sip, he adopted

Cecilia’s spirits immediately dampened.

but she was skilled at playing the role of

she tenderly embraced him, playfully calling him “Uncle Mark” to beg for mercy. Mark, reciprocating the affection, held her delicate hand with one hand while savoring the tea she had offered

tackle, leaving him with scarce free time to hang out with

circumstances, Cecilia never

she obediently kept him

something, and

work until the late

little girl, intending

plans. Zoey’s voice then carried from outside. “Mark, you’re still awake, aren’t you?

tensed

people on the bed

whispered, “What should we

the quilt, discreetly hiding her slippers under

room, addressing her son, “Are

and replied, “Yes,

Zoey took a seat.

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

Eventually, Zoey departed.

closed, Cecilia emerged from the

I couldn’t

her into his arms, and after a while, he inquired softly, “Do

to respond to his

What was he implying?

share the food with Cecilia,

she insisted on

affectionately pinched her cheek, jesting, “Shall I wake mom and ask her to make

yet amused, she playfully jumped on him and lightly pummeled him

quite some time, she still clung

never encountered anyone as vocal as you! I

you know how

She obediently embraced him.

and headed to the kitchen. To his surprise, he found Zoey

was also taken aback by her son’s

cigarette and rummaged through the fridge,

however, was not about to let her son cook for

frozen pizza from the fridge

son, she chatted, “You’re not so young anymore. You

Mark was left speechless.

delicate plate and sprinkled a handful of fresh basil,

plate and departed, suddenly realizing something and breaking into

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

in love was always

be revealed to the world. Mark intended for Cecilia to spend one more weekend at the Evans mansion and then accompany

he planned to take it one

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

Peter as her companion, while

bumped into an

It was Jenna Vaughn.

but she always knew he would soon outshine her and as a result,

Mark’s car parked on the roadside,

stepped out of the car

a smile, “I thought that was your

girl hurried over with several shopping bags, her face

couldn’t help but steal a few more

around her son’s age, so she coughed and

colleagues,

Merely a junior…

a beat, and a sense of

her as his girlfriend even within his

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