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.

that seemed to linger for an eternity,

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

possibly engage in such an intimate

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

if an unintended pregnancy were to

one hand supporting himself, Mark deftly unbuttoned

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

this moment, a trace of impatience seemed to sweep over

was cast through the French window, bathing the couple locked in an embrace in the golden

tender kiss upon Cecilia, reassuringly murmuring, “You can

dressing, he engaged in conversation with Cecilia, reluctant to leave her side despite the pressing matters and Peter’s waiting presence in the study.

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

nestle against her

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

he departed, sleep eluded

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

Mark returned from work, he

claimed, “These are my own

her

Zoey snorted.

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

“What girl?”

Cecilia was confused.

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

her, Mark wore an enigmatic smile that only deepened

that, Cecilia couldn’t deny the sweet feeling that arose within her. It seemed that when

darkness was

offered to help. Although Mark

their dinner, they were supposed to

gallantly led Cecilia into his

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

found herself stunned by the

playfully nudged her nose and inquired, “Surprised by

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

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

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

took a sip, he

Cecilia’s spirits immediately dampened.

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

beg for mercy. Mark, reciprocating the affection, held her delicate hand with one hand while savoring the tea she had offered

leaving him with scarce free time to

circumstances, Cecilia never

obediently kept him company in the

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

engrossed in work until the

to playfully tease his little girl, intending to

knock 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

in the room tensed as she started twisting the

people on the bed

Cecilia whispered, “What should

into the quilt, discreetly hiding her slippers

her son, “Are you going to

“Yes, I’ve had a

Zoey took a seat.

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

Eventually, Zoey departed.

door closed, Cecilia emerged from the quilt,

Mark, I couldn’t

a while, he inquired softly, “Do you

to respond

What was he implying?

inquiry, opting to share the food

she insisted on

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

yet amused, she playfully jumped on him and

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

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

know how to

She obediently embraced him.

slippers, and headed to the kitchen. To his surprise, he

also taken aback by her son’s

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

about to let her son

of frozen pizza from the fridge and carefully placed them

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

Mark was left speechless.

pizza was ready, Zoey arranged it on a delicate plate and sprinkled a handful of fresh basil, believing that it would cater to the taste of

and departed, suddenly realizing something and breaking

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

feeling of being in love

the world. Mark intended for Cecilia to spend one

for the future, he planned to take it one

She desired to go out and buy

status, Cecilia could only go shopping with Peter

bumped into an acquaintance on the

It was Jenna Vaughn.

prestigious position; but she always knew he would soon

the roadside, strolled over and tapped

stepped out of

thought that was your car from a distance. It’s

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

but steal

her son’s age,

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

Merely a junior…

heart skipped a beat, and a

her as his girlfriend even

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