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.

exchange of 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 the Evans

in such

that their relationship had only just blossomed. Pondering the implications, they had engaged in passionate

What if an unintended

himself, Mark deftly unbuttoned her

attraction had sparked easily, and despite 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 the French window, bathing the couple locked in

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

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

her knew no bounds. Even when separated, he vowed to do all within his Power

pulling the quilt up to nestle

he was dressed, Mark bent down to kiss

he departed, sleep

who cherished Cecilia deeply due to the scarcity of girls in the younger generation of

night fell and Mark returned from work, he

claimed, “These are

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

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 out

“What girl?”

Cecilia was confused.

her the details of Mark’s drunken dream,

at her, Mark wore an enigmatic smile that only deepened

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

darkness was

cooking for all of them, and Cecilia offered to help. Although Mark rarely

supposed to retire

gallantly led Cecilia into his

boasted a generous size and was adorned 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 spot for

herself stunned by the

and inquired, “Surprised by

“I never imagined my

words were laced with tact and

style of his bedroom was somewhat old-fashioned; suitable for middle-aged men, but certainly

he proceeded to brew

a sip, he adopted

Cecilia’s spirits immediately dampened.

but she was skilled

playfully calling him “Uncle Mark” to beg for mercy. Mark, reciprocating

work to tackle, leaving him with scarce free time to

the circumstances, Cecilia never

kept him company in

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

remained engrossed in work until the late hours

tease his little girl, intending to make good

plans. Zoey’s voice then

in the room tensed as

two people on the bed

Cecilia whispered, “What should we

quilt, discreetly hiding her slippers under the bed. He then positioned himself on the bed,

room, addressing her son,

replied, “Yes,

Zoey took a seat.

with the mother 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 even playfully caressed her, much like

Eventually, Zoey departed.

door closed, Cecilia emerged from the quilt,

I couldn’t

her into his arms, and after a

Cecilia refused to respond

What was he implying?

to share the food with

hungry, she insisted on having

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

him and lightly pummeled him

clung affectionately to his neck, whispering

encountered anyone

you know

She obediently embraced him.

his slippers, and headed to the kitchen. To

also taken aback by her

and rummaged through the fridge, declaring, “I’m

about to

slices of frozen pizza from the fridge and carefully placed them in

not so young anymore. You should pay attention to your figure.

Mark was left speechless.

sprinkled a handful

suddenly realizing something and breaking

had used it. It appeared that Zoey had realized

of being in love was always

to spend one more weekend at the Evans mansion and then accompany her

for the future, he planned to take it one step at

at the Evans mansion for a couple of days now. She desired to go out and buy

could only go shopping with Peter as her companion, while Mark himself read

they bumped into an acquaintance on the

It was Jenna Vaughn.

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

Mark’s car parked on the roadside, strolled over

stepped out of the

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

to respond, his little girl hurried over with several shopping bags, her face

but steal a

her

his personal life to be exposed to colleagues, Mark merely

Merely a junior…

beat, and a sense of discomfort washed

her as his girlfriend even within

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