Mark playfully nudged her nose and inquired, âSurprised by my bedroom?â
Blushing, she responded with a touch of shyness, âI never imagined my boyfriendâs room to be like thisâ¦â
Her words were laced with tact and understatement.
In reality, 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 age.
Could Mark not discern the subtle undertones in her response? Unperturbed, he proceeded to brew a pot of tea, handing her a cup with thoughtful consideration.
As she accepted the teacup and took a sip, he adopted an enigmatic tone, asking, âShall we continue tonight?â
Ceciliaâs spirits immediately dampened.
Mark, a playful rogue, was considerably older and smarter than her, but she was skilled at playing the role of the innocent victim.
Sneaking up behind him, she tenderly embraced him, playfully calling him âUncle Markâ to beg for mercy.
Mark, reciprocating the affection, held her delicate hand with one hand while savoring the tea she had offered him.
In truth, he had a mountain of work to tackle, leaving him with scarce free time to hang out with her.
Despite the circumstances, Cecilia never voiced a complaint.
Instead, she obediently kept him company in the study.
Occasionally, Mark would raise his head and request her assistance with fetching something, and his little girl would gleefully scurry around to fulfill his wishes.
He remained engrossed in work until the late hours of the night.
Finally, he found a moment to playfully tease his little girl, intending to make good on his earlier promise.
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Just as they were about to engage in intimacy, an unexpected knock at the door disrupted their plans.
Zoeyâs voice then carried from outside.
âMark, youâre still awake, arenât you? Iâve brought you some late night snack!â
The atmosphere in the room tensed as she started twisting the doorknob.
The two people on the bed were slightly stiff.
Wide-eyed, Cecilia whispered, âWhat should we do?â
Thinking quickly, Mark tucked her into the quilt, discreetly hiding her slippers under the bed.
He then positioned himself on the bed, feigning sleep.
Zoey entered the room, addressing her son, âAre you going to bed?â
Mark smiled and replied, âYes, Iâve had a busy day!â