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.

caresses that seemed to linger for an eternity, he lifted her tenderly and

trepidation settled over Cecilia. After all, this

they possibly engage in such an

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

condom? What if

Mark deftly unbuttoned her

for each other, except for that very night, they had refrained from indulging in such intimacy for over

a trace of impatience seemed to sweep over

warm, autumnal glow was cast through the French window, bathing the couple locked in an embrace in the

over to bestow a tender kiss upon Cecilia, reassuringly murmuring, “You can rest a while

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

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

up to nestle against her pillow, gazing

bent down to kiss her once more, his

he departed,

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

night fell and Mark returned from work, he found

“These are

her organic green food. It’s a rare treat for others

Zoey snorted.

“Don’t listen to his nonsense! As long as he is being a good son and brings that girl

“What girl?”

Cecilia was confused.

a casual tone, Zoey revealed to her the details of Mark’s drunken dream,

at her, Mark wore an enigmatic smile that

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

the darkness

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

were supposed to retire

Mark gallantly led Cecilia into his lavishly appointed

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

herself stunned

nudged her nose and inquired,

a touch of shyness, “I never imagined

words were laced with

of his bedroom was somewhat old-fashioned; suitable for middle-aged men, but certainly not for younger ones her own

Mark not discern the subtle undertones in her response? Unperturbed, he proceeded to brew

she accepted the teacup and took a sip, he adopted an enigmatic

Cecilia’s spirits immediately dampened.

playful rogue, was considerably older and smarter than her, but she was skilled

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

had a mountain of work to tackle, leaving him with scarce free

the circumstances, Cecilia never voiced a

obediently kept him company in the

and request her assistance with fetching something, and his little girl would gleefully scurry around

in work until

his little girl, intending to make good on his

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 late

atmosphere in the room tensed as she started twisting the

people on the bed were slightly

“What should

the quilt, discreetly hiding her slippers under the bed. He

the room, addressing her son, “Are you going

replied, “Yes,

Zoey took a seat.

beneath the quilt, her breaths shallow. Whenever she attempted to move, Mark

Eventually, Zoey departed.

closed, Cecilia emerged from the quilt, her eyes glistening

I couldn’t

his arms, and after a

to

What was he implying?

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

she insisted

jesting, “Shall I wake mom and ask her to

playfully jumped on him and lightly

some time, she still clung affectionately to his neck, whispering about

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

know how to

She obediently embraced him.

and headed to the kitchen. To his surprise,

also taken aback

lit a cigarette and rummaged

to let her son cook

pizza from the fridge and

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

Mark was left speechless.

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

and departed, suddenly realizing

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

of being in love

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

he planned to take

mansion for a couple of days now. She desired to go out and buy gifts for Rena and Zoey. She had also

go shopping with Peter as

bumped into an acquaintance

It was Jenna Vaughn.

a prestigious position; but she always knew

parked on the roadside, strolled

of the

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

his little girl hurried over with

steal a few

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

be exposed to colleagues, Mark merely smiled

Merely a junior…

a beat, and a sense of discomfort washed over

introduce her as his girlfriend even within

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