Mark skillfully evaded his motherâs inquiry and said, âMom, youâre mistaken.
This is Waylenâs little sister, Cecilia, not Cecile.
â
Zoey gazed at her son and trusted his explanation.
Considering that Waylenâs sister was around the same age as Rena, it was inconceivable for Mark to have engaged in a cradle-snatching affair.
Zoeyâs 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.
Ceciliaâs 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 Ceciliaâs slender waist, accompanied by the manâs warm breath caressing her neck, sent waves of pleasure, rendering her weak and helpless.
In the throes of ecstasy, she couldnât resist whimpering.
Markâs gentle touch traced her thin waist.
In a passionate exchange of ki*ses 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?
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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 couldnât 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 himâ¦
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 ki*s upon Cecilia, reassuringly murmuring, âYou can rest a while longer.
Iâll wake you at dinner time.
â