“Why?
Are you jealous? Or are you just making up an excuse to get something for yourself?”
Waylen chuckled in response. He leaned closer to her, his Lips almost touching her ear, and whispered, “You really know me well, honey.”
Although he said so, he didn’t do anything aside from keeping her company.
Rena continued meticulously arranging the two vases of flowers in front of her. Once she was done, she gave one of the vases to Cecilia.
When Cecilia saw it, her face brightened. She liked it very much.
Meanwhile, after attending to Kyle, Mark went back to the bedroom.
There, he saw Cecilia fiddling with the vase. With some alcohol coursing through his system, he had a certain level of bravery that he would otherwise not possess.
“I don’t usually see your hands working this hard,” he said with sly smile.
Cecilia didn’t want to understand the real meaning behind his words.
But after having sex with him for so many times, it was difficult not to see that he was teasing her.
With flushed cheeks, she uttered, “You keep teasing me just because you think I won’t fight back.”
Hearing this, something within Mark was stirred.
How could a man hear such a soft voice from his beloved one and not feel anything?
Slowly, Mark approached her as he reached out for her hand. Then, he carried her in his arms and brought her to the sofa.
With her arms wrapped around his waist, Cecilia could feel the warmth of Mark’s body radiating through his thin layer of shirt. The heat must’ve made his face look red.
Mark looked down at her as he gently caressed her face.
“When have you ever not fought back?” he said in a hoarse voice.
Whenever topics like this were brought up, Cecilia would always end up in a disadvantageous position. Flustered by the question, Cecilia stammered as she retorted, “But you… You never listen to me!”