Cecilia took off her coat and glanced around, impressed by the grandeur.

Mark went to the kitchen to pour some milk for her.

She followed him, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. “Mark, what does this mean?”

She was worried about becoming his mistress.

Even if he wasn’t married, any woman he kept outside the public eye would be considered his mistress.

Ina soft voice, Mark replied, “Drink your milk.”

She shook her head stubbornly, insisting on an explanation.

Mark gently touched her hand and spoke with a hint of bitterness. “Cecilia, for now, I can’t offer you a legitimate marriage. I can’t even walk with you openly on the streets. We can’t keep meeting only in hotels. It’s too humiliating for you. I understand what you’re thinking, but I’ve never seen it that way… Here, you can consider this place as your home, and me as your husband. I’m all yours here.”

This was the best he could provide at the moment.

Aprivate sanctuary where he would do his best to spend time with her.

When Alexis’ condition stabilized, they could be together publicly.

Cecilia felt a bit embarrassed after hearing his explanation, her emotions shifting.

She felt a mix of shyness and happiness.

This was the home Mark had given her.

Knowing that the little girl had been coaxed, Mark said in a soft voice, “I also put two rabbit dolls in the bedroom. Peter asked someone to line up to buy them for you. Go see if you like them.”

She still held him said softly, “I like you more.”

Mark pulled her to face him, enveloping her in his arms, and kissed her tenderly. After their sweet moment, she mentioned that she was feeling hungry. He playfully patted her on the butt and teased, “You eat like a horse, but you never seem to gain weight.”

In truth, she had a lovely figure, with a slender waist and ample curves.

Mark admired and appreciated it very much.

She wondered why Peter wasn’t around, and Mark replied with a mischievous smile, “Do you want him to be here all the time? Are you suggesting he should be watching us while we make love?”

Cecilia was about to cry with anger.

Mark’s teasing ways sometimes got under her skin, and she felt he only did it because he was a little older than her.

Later on, Mark took Cecilia to the counter and sat her down to watch him cook for her.

Despite not being skilled in housework, he felt elated to spend this time with Cecilia. Doing this simple task together brought him immense joy, far more than his usual activities at the club with friends or listening to Flora sing.

He recalled the time Cecilia had asked him why he hadn’t married yet.

Mark realized it wasn’t because of his busy schedule or his social status.

The truth was, he hadn’t met the right person until he found Cecilia.

Previously, he had imagined his future wife to be a capable and polished woman. But when he found his true love, she was nothing like his initial expectations. She couldn’t do much in terms of life skills, but it didn’t matter to him.

He adored her for who she was. The woman who called him “Uncle Mark” and could be both clingy and coy, yet ignore him when she was upset.

For him, it made perfect sense to love a woman like her.

Mark cherished Cecilia deeply. He treated her not just as his wife but also as a precious innocent little girl. Despite occasionally taking advantage of her in playful banter, he always gave in to her wishes and desires.

After their late-night snack, Cecilia noticed that Mark was quite tired, so she insisted on washing the dishes herself.

However, Mark didn’t want her to get wet and quickly took over the task.

He was significantly older than Cecilia, and he felt the need to compensate for her in other ways. Mark doted on her immensely, believing that when she was with him, she should experience a better life than she had at the Fowler’s house. If not, he considered himself an inadequate husband.

As the night passed, Cecilia now saw this place as her true home.

But not going back for the night meant she had to explain things to her family. Luckily,

Shelly came to her rescue, helping her sort things out.

In the middle of the night, Cecilia finished her phone call with her friend and returned to her bedroom.

Mark had already taken a shower and was now in a bathrobe as he lay against the headboard, seemingly asleep.

Seeing the tiredness on his face, Cecilia felt a pang of guilt. She decided to lie down beside him quietly, but he woke up as she lay down and gently pulled her into his arms.

He softly touched her waist and inquired, “You finished the phone call?”

Cecilia confirmed it, and he held her closer, their faces now inches apart.

Their rapid breaths and closeness seemed to stir their emotions.

He huskily whispered, “Shall we… do it?”

With those words, Mark opened the bedside drawer and placed a small box beside the pillow.

Without delay, he pressed her against the pillow and kissed her passionately.

Although Cecilia was not opposed to the idea, she worried about his fatigue. She didn’t want him to waste any more energy pleasing her, so she wrapped her arms around his waist and lied, “I’m on my period right now.”

Mark was momentarily taken aback. but then playfully rubbed his nose against hers and chuckled.

He realized she wasn’t serious about it. There wasn’t any smell of blood at all.

Cecilia, feeling a bit embarrassed, held onto his hair and whispered, “Let’s just cuddle and talk. We don’t have to do it.”

Mark didn’t force her.

Mark didn’t insist and pulled her close to him when they settled in bed, pretending to complain, “Don’t pull my hair anymore. I won’t look good if I go bald.”

He playfully expressed his concern for his age.

With a smile, Cecilia held him tightly and softly asked, “How long can you stay?”

Mark gently caressed her head and replied, “I have to leave tomorrow afternoon.

Ihave a full day of meetings ahead.”

night together, he

tinge of disappointment, Cecilia understood and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how much she meant to him, dedicating all his spare time to

she drifted off to sleep, she snuggled her face

Uncle Mark.

so well in being

Mark woke her up and they made love twice, leaving her feeling

however, was full of energy. He took a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her, instructing her to just

he sat at the edge of the bed, looking at

tender voice, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You can spend the day here and

and replied sleepily,

her

help but tease Mark, “Cooking and doing laundry for a young girl, and you’re

off casually. “She was in a bit of a mood, and

lingered

girl he like. How could Peter not

fact, Peter was a bit envious of Mark’s happiness, secretly wishing he could find someone

in Czanch. It was a precious gift, as many people couldn’t afford

Mark also arranged a job

deep affection and protectiveness for

on those around him staying discreet and

caressed Cecilia awake, casting a warm glow upon her

she blinked her eyes open, and there it was-the house that Mark had bestowed upon

given her close

in the sky, she got up and found the breakfast Mark had prepared for

feel spoiled

to reciprocate his kindness, Cecilia had the intention of cooking

and, despite her best efforts, she ended up burning the food in the frying pan. Defeated, she decided to opt

the day, as the clock struck four, Mark returned from

for dinner, he playfully teased her about

her nicked finger and

heart softened as he scolded her gently and he carefully bandaged her wound before

he settled onto the sofa, exuding an air of elegance as he quietly smoked. The way he carried himself was akin to an exquisite painting, an embodiment

that day, where he had turned down an opportunity related to the development of a groundbreaking new metal, a project that could revolutionize aerospace technology

were desperate to take

four years, his future would be bright

for the position, unswayed by the allure of wealth

yearned for a life with Cecilia, a life

up

wisp of smoke from Mark’s extinguished cigarette dissipated, he cast a contemplative gaze at her. “Will you

grace, she bent down, seeking refuge in his loving arms, and in a soft, hushed tone, she revealed her heartfelt desire to

faint yet affectionate smile

engage in conversations

help but feel a pang of shame over her lack of a job. Seeking solace, she nuzzled her face against his sturdy abdomen, her delicate fingers gently toying with the buttons of his shirt. In a soft, almost timid whisper, she revealed a recent development, “A few days ago, a magazine approached me

grace, Cecilia extended a few fingers, proudly

pinching her cheek affectionately, and admiringly praised,

with joy, Cecilia’s

wouldn’t be appropriate for her

he praised her discreetly before inquiring

hesitated, “How

money wasn’t an issue for her, she simply yearned for Mark’s

you take care of

assuring her, “Yes, I will always take care

as a couple in the lap

was filled with moments of intimacy and affection. He cooked for her and she lovingly massaged his back and legs. At night,

private calls but he declined any social engagements with friends like Charlie. If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them.

about these gatherings, to which Mark would simply say

her freedom in dealing with her own

witness the mesmerizing aurora,

busier and

bed, talking to him on the phone, playfully coquetting

the background, a faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound

help

her mother’s voice, Cecilia replied, “I’ll go downstairs to

the call, Cecilia hurried downstairs, only to find her brother, Waylen,

left Cecilia

her tears, called out to Cecilia, pointing at a photo. “Come and have

downstairs, her heart

the photo to

of six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and flawless skin made her utterly adorable

mouth in awe, whispering,

to cry, touched by the fact that

pride, asserting, “She’s better off looking like her mother. If she resembled your brother, she’d be destined for hardship. No man would dare marry her when

cast a gentle yet

to cry every day. Let us look forward to the future with optimism. I’m sure Waylen, with his capabilities, will

help but express her disapproval, “Dad, are

elicited a laugh

laughter, a tinge of sadness lingered. Alexis was recovering, but someone vital was still absent from the family—the thought

past midnight when Cecilia finally returned

to Mark and, after a while, she received a call from him. The night was hushed, and all he whispered

She responded him.

were understood and Alexis’ recovery brought them renewed hope for

no longer needed to

her phone close and drifted

call from Mark, informing Cecilia that he would arrive at the apartment

Cecilia was both

mindful of her brother’s presence at home, knowing he

concern evident in his gentle request

serendipitously encountering each other. Peter greeted Cecilia warmly,

was a

his arms, playfully pushing him against the car. Mark held her close, his head lowering to kiss

barrier to his

he asked in a

response was a

the entrance with a smile. “Everything is put away. I’ll pick you up at two o’clock in the

of bashfulness, Cecilia held Mark’s hand as they ascended

coat and tenderly caressing her body with one hand while stealing more kisses. Sex outside the bedroom

took their time to intimately connect, savoring every

experience, a profound and passionate intimacy she had never encountered before. Wrapped in his strong

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