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

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

they possibly engage in such

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

wearing a condom? What if an unintended

supporting himself, Mark deftly unbuttoned her

each other, except for that very night,

of impatience seemed to sweep

the sun dipped below the horizon, a warm, autumnal glow was cast through the French window, bathing the

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

matters and Peter’s waiting presence in the study. His concern stemmed from the

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

to nestle against

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

he departed, sleep

with Zoey, an understanding elder who cherished Cecilia deeply due to the scarcity of

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

playfully claimed, “These are

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

Zoey snorted.

being a good son and brings that girl home, I will

“What girl?”

Cecilia was confused.

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

at her, Mark wore an enigmatic smile that only deepened her

sweet feeling that arose within her. It seemed

darkness was steadily

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

dinner, they were supposed to retire to

led Cecilia into his lavishly

and was adorned with elegant and refined furniture and decorations. An adjacent study

herself stunned by

playfully nudged her nose and inquired, “Surprised

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

words were laced with tact and

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

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

he adopted an enigmatic tone, asking, “Shall we continue

Cecilia’s spirits immediately dampened.

older and smarter than her, but she was

she tenderly embraced him, playfully calling him “Uncle Mark” to beg for mercy. Mark,

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

Cecilia never voiced a

him company in

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

remained engrossed in work until the late hours of the

his little girl, intending to make good on

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

in the room tensed as she started twisting the

the bed

“What should

slippers under the bed. He then positioned himself on

her son, “Are you going

and replied, “Yes, I’ve

Zoey took a seat.

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

Eventually, Zoey departed.

door closed, Cecilia emerged from

I couldn’t

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

to respond

What was he implying?

the food with Cecilia, who eagerly

insisted on

“Shall I wake mom and ask her to make some more for my

yet amused, she playfully jumped on him and lightly

played for quite some time, she still clung affectionately to his

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

you know how

She obediently embraced him.

his slippers, and headed to the kitchen. To his

was also taken aback by her son’s

cigarette and rummaged through the fridge, declaring,

not about to let her son cook

took out slices of frozen pizza from the fridge and

chided her son, she chatted, “You’re not so young anymore. You should pay attention

Mark was left speechless.

plate and sprinkled a handful of fresh basil, believing that it would cater to the taste of young girls

took the plate and departed, suddenly realizing

particularly care for basil but Zoey had used it. It appeared that Zoey

being in love

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

the future, he planned to

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 Mark himself read documents

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

car parked on the roadside,

of the car

him with a smile, “I thought that was your

to respond, his little girl hurried

but steal a few more

be around her son’s age, so she coughed and inquired,

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

Merely a junior…

beat, and a sense of discomfort washed over

as his girlfriend even within his

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