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.

affectionate caresses that seemed to linger for an eternity, he lifted

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

possibly engage in such an intimate act

only just blossomed. Pondering the implications, they had engaged in

if an unintended pregnancy were

one hand supporting himself, Mark deftly unbuttoned her attire with the

mutual attraction had sparked easily, and despite their affection for each other, except for that very night,

moment, a trace of

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

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

to leave her side despite the pressing matters and Peter’s waiting presence in the study. His concern stemmed from the fear

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

pulling the quilt up to nestle against her pillow, gazing affectionately at

bent down to kiss her

departed,

engaged in a pleasant chat with Zoey, an understanding elder who

night fell and Mark returned from work, he found

are my own pesticide-free

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

Zoey snorted.

his nonsense! As long as he is being a good son and brings that girl home, I will dig out all the vegetables in this garden to treat

“What girl?”

Cecilia was confused.

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

enigmatic smile that only deepened her

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

the darkness was

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

supposed to retire

Cecilia into his lavishly

and refined furniture and decorations. An adjacent study added a touch of antiquity to the room,

stunned by the

playfully nudged her nose and inquired, “Surprised

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

words were laced with

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

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

took a sip, he adopted an enigmatic tone, asking, “Shall we continue

Cecilia’s spirits immediately dampened.

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

“Uncle Mark” to beg for mercy. Mark, reciprocating the affection, held her delicate hand

of work to tackle, leaving him with scarce free time

circumstances, Cecilia

him company

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

engrossed in work until the late hours of the

tease his little girl, intending to make good on

they were about to engage in intimacy, an unexpected knock at the door disrupted their plans. Zoey’s voice then carried

atmosphere in the room tensed

the bed were

whispered, “What should we

her slippers under the bed. He then positioned himself on the

the room, addressing her son, “Are you going

“Yes, I’ve had a busy

Zoey took a seat.

stifled 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

a while, he inquired softly, “Do you enjoy

to respond to

What was he implying?

the food

hungry, she insisted on

pinched her cheek, jesting, “Shall I wake mom and ask her to make some more for my little

playfully jumped on him

time, she still clung affectionately to his neck, whispering

never encountered anyone as

know how to

She obediently embraced him.

and headed to the kitchen. To his surprise, he

taken aback by her

lit a cigarette and rummaged through the fridge, declaring, “I’m still

not about to let

pizza from the fridge and carefully

son, she chatted, “You’re not so young anymore. You should pay attention to your figure. How will

Mark was left speechless.

a delicate plate and sprinkled a handful of fresh

and departed, suddenly realizing something

it. It appeared that Zoey had realized

being in

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

planned to take it

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

shopping with Peter as

they bumped into an acquaintance on

It was Jenna Vaughn.

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

Mark’s car parked on the roadside, strolled over and tapped on

of the

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

girl hurried over with several

help but steal

her son’s age,

life to be exposed to colleagues, Mark merely smiled and said, “A junior from

Merely a junior…

a

as his girlfriend even within his

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