Her face was flawless, and her eyelashes were long and curved.

As though nothing had happened, Mark grunted, “That boy was nice. Why aren't you with him?"

Cecilia was stunned for a moment, but she soon understood what he meant.

She took a deep breath and answered, "Well, | don't like him that much."

Then she let go of his hand and whispered, "There. All fixed up."

Cecilia tried to stand up to leave, but the man stopped her.

He grabbed her by the wrist, forcing her to sit back down. She didn't know if she was imagining things, but she felt so close to him... She could even smell the distinct fragrance of his aftershave.

Slowly, she raised her head to meet his intent gaze, his eyes deep.

He couldn't rest touching her soft lips with his slender fingers.

She trembled at his touch and helplessly called him "Uncle Mark’

Mark brought his face close to hers, murmuring, "Now, tell me. What's the real reason that you came? Do you want to apologize for your brother? Or are you interested in a man more than ten years older than you? Tell me what you really want.”

He was so straightforward with her, which made her cheeks burn with shame.

Lips trembling, she couldn't say a word, but she already knew that her answer wasn't what Mark wanted.

The next second, he kissed her.

Just like last time, Mark gently pressed his body against Cecilia's, whispering at her to relax.

Then, the kiss gradually became more rough and passionate.

Feeling very uneasy, Cecilia tried to struggle.

But her petite figure was no match for him, and the next moment, she was pulled on top of his lap.

His possessive kiss made her mind go blank and her legs limp. She could only hold his shoulders tightly for support, but later on, she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck...

Her limbs were so weak from his kiss that she had no idea how she'd ever walk back in the end.

Biting her lip, she looked at the ravenous man in front of her. Why was he like this?

From that day on, she started to avoid him.