Outside, Peter overheard what was going on. He considerately ordered the bodyguards to retreat a little, and he guarded at the door for the next few hours...

Early the following morning, Cecilia awoke in Mark's arms.

She felt a little sore, but truth be told, she felt really comfortable in his arms and didn't want to move.

“Are you awake?" The man’s hoarse voice broke the silence.

Cecilia didn't dare to make a sound.

In fact, Mark didn't want to get up either. He seldom did it without restraint, not to mention the million things he had on his plate. He grabbed the watch at the bedside to check the time. He had to get up in half an hour.

There was something he wanted to say to Cecilia right now.

But before he could say anything, Cecilia's timid voice interrupted him.

“Mr. Evans, don't worry. It was just a one-night stand."

Mr. Evans?

Aone-night stand?

Mark smiled angrily. He tugged at her ear and asked, "Who's the one who called me ‘Uncle Mark’ the whole night? You little temptress, you're calling me Mr. Evans now that you're done with me?" If everyone takes advantage of me like this, I'll die in a woman's bed someday.”

His words were harsh, and her eyes turned a little red.

But underneath his gruff facade, Mark also felt bad. He loved her, but he couldn't be with her for all kinds of reasons.

In the end, Mark pulled Cecilia into a hug and whispered, "Have you gotten the rabbit doll yet? Did you like it?”

Cecilia blushed and nodded shyly.

"Yes, | like it a lot.”

Mark didn't say anything anymore and just held her.

After a long silence, he whispered in her ear, “As long as you like it..."

Then he finally let go of her and began to get dressed.

"Get some more rest. I'll be back at noon."

Mark was usually good at flirting.