Cecilia refused.

She knelt on the carpet and started gathering the bottles of wine.

Mark watched her. She looked like a child playing house. ©

But he was well aware that Cecilia was not a child anymore. She was a full-grown woman...

He gently pulled her over and raised her chin, looking at her face carefully.

Truth be told, they were both alone in this world, and they each only had each other.

Mark croaked, "Cecilia, let's at least have a try."

The alcohol gave him the courage—or audacity—to compromise at that moment. Like all the ordinary men in the world, he couldn't resist the temptation that was right in front of him. At this moment, he thought that even if sleeping together couldn't change anything, he at least would have to be responsible for her. Then no matter how difficult it was, they had to face it together.

Cecilia didn't hear him clearly because his words were so slurred.

But before she could ask, he pressed his lips against hers.

While kissing her, he pressed her against the sofa. The bittersweet taste of red wine on his lips was intoxicating.

“Uncle Mark..." she said in a trembling voice.

Mark gently stroked her face, eyeing her the whole time.

Cecilia began to shake like a leaf. She knew exactly what he wanted, because the way he looked at her now was wild and primal—filled with lust.

He did it with her once on the sofa.

All the while, he restrained his true desires and was deliberately gentle with her.

And yet, he felt that it was far from enough.

Later, he carried her to the small bedroom.

The bed in there was rickety, rattling at the slightest sound.

Mark didn't restrain himself this time. He did her so ferociously that the small bed shook like a boat in the middle of a stormy sea, mixed with her uncontrollable low moans...

Cecilia had been in relationships before, but she wasn't really experienced in bed.

Mark, on the other hand, didn't need her help.