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 lifted her

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

engage in such an intimate act

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

What if an unintended

supporting himself, Mark deftly unbuttoned her attire

easily, and despite their affection for each other, except for that very night,

of impatience seemed to

a warm, autumnal glow was cast through the French window, bathing the couple locked

rising early, leaned over to bestow a tender kiss upon Cecilia, reassuringly murmuring,

he engaged in conversation with Cecilia, reluctant to leave her side despite the pressing matters and Peter’s waiting presence in the study. His concern stemmed from the fear that she

for her knew no bounds. Even when separated, he vowed to do

the quilt up to nestle

he was dressed, Mark bent down to kiss her once more, his

he departed, sleep

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

night fell and Mark returned from work, he found Cecilia with his mother, tending to

playfully claimed, “These are my

teased back, “My mother takes great pride in her organic green food. It’s a rare treat for others to

Zoey snorted.

his nonsense! As long as he is being a good son and brings that girl home, I

“What girl?”

Cecilia was confused.

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

her, Mark wore an enigmatic smile that only deepened

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

darkness was steadily

help. Although Mark rarely took on the

they were supposed to retire to their respective

gallantly led Cecilia into his lavishly

adjacent study added a touch of

herself stunned by the

her nose and inquired, “Surprised

with a touch of shyness, “I never imagined my boyfriend’s room to be

words were laced with tact and

style of his bedroom was somewhat old-fashioned;

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

took a sip, he

Cecilia’s spirits immediately dampened.

was considerably older and smarter than her, but she was skilled at

Mark, reciprocating the affection, held her delicate hand

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

the circumstances, Cecilia never voiced a

him company in

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

in work until the late hours of

tease his little girl, intending

as they 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

room tensed as she started twisting

the

Cecilia whispered, “What

the quilt, discreetly hiding her slippers under

the room, addressing her

“Yes, I’ve

Zoey took a seat.

attempted to move, Mark gently secured her head between

Eventually, Zoey departed.

emerged from the quilt, her eyes glistening with

I couldn’t

her into his arms, and after a while, he inquired

to respond to his

What was he implying?

to share the food with

she insisted on having

cheek, jesting, “Shall I wake mom and ask her to make some more

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

played for quite some time, she still clung

playfully remarked, “I’ve never encountered anyone as vocal as you! I will cook something

know how to

She obediently embraced him.

to the kitchen.

aback by her son’s

lit a cigarette and rummaged through the fridge, declaring,

however, was not about to let her

took out slices of frozen pizza from the fridge and

so young anymore. You should pay attention to your

Mark was left speechless.

a handful of fresh basil, believing that it would cater to the taste of

the plate and departed, suddenly realizing something and

had used it. It appeared

being in love was

to spend one more weekend at the

planned to take

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

with Peter

into an acquaintance

It was Jenna Vaughn.

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

car parked on the roadside, strolled over and tapped on the

stepped out of

with a smile, “I thought that was your car from a distance. It’s really

little girl hurried over with several shopping bags, her face

but steal

around her son’s age, so

his personal life to be exposed to colleagues, Mark merely smiled and said, “A

Merely a junior…

beat, and a sense of discomfort washed over

her as his

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