Chapter: 1173
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.
In a passionate exchange of kisses and affectionate caresses that seemed to linger for an eternity, he lifted her tenderly and gently placed her on the grand bed.
Despite the intimate moment, a sense of trepidation settled over Cecilia. After all, this was the Evans residence.
Could they possibly engage in such an intimate act here?
She felt 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 other aspects of their connection. Moreover, she couldn’t help but worry about the lack of protection.
Was he wearing a condom? What if an unintended pregnancy were to occur?
With one hand supporting himself, Mark deftly unbuttoned her attire with the other.
Their mutual attraction had sparked easily, and despite their affection for each other, except for that very night, they had refrained from indulging in such intimacy for over six months.
In this moment, a trace of impatience seemed to sweep over him…
As the sun dipped below the horizon, a warm, autumnal glow was cast through the French window, bathing the couple locked in an embrace in the golden light.
Mark, rising early, leaned over to bestow a tender kiss upon Cecilia, reassuringly murmuring, “You can rest a while longer. I’ll wake you at dinner time.”