Then, Mark pulled up her coat to cover her face.

When it was over, Cecilia's heart was racing. Mark was much taller than her, and she nestled into his neck, complaining softly, "Someone must have seen us."

Mark chuckled. He touched her face and whispered, “Cecilia, I've never been so impulsive."

This was Czanch, which housed his relatives, friends, and subordinates. Those people could potentially spot them.

But when he heard her call him in such a soft tone, he couldn't hold back his desire to kiss her anymore.

Cecilia understood the reason behind his sudden kiss. In a soft tone, she said, “I won't call you that way anymore. I'll just call you in a normal way."

Mark gazed at Cecilia with deep eyes while helping her put on her coat.

Cecilia seemed dissatisfied.

"I'll have to take it off when we get to the restaurant."

"Just put it on. If you're so eager to take off your clothes, you can do that whenever you want when we get back home," Mark replied in a deep, commanding voice.

Cecilia fell silent, her face slightly reddening at his shameless words.

Seeing her walk ahead angrily, Mark pulled her back to him, allowing her to hold onto him.

Cecilia was still a little annoyed, but she couldn't bring herself not to hold his strong waist.

Mark restrained himself a bit when they arrived at the restaurant.

Sensitive as she ever was, Cecilia noticed that when Mark was seated, all the women in the restaurant couldn't take their eyes off him.

Cecilia stared at the man across from her.

Mark had a flawless face, a tall, well-dressed figure, and he exuded undeniable charm.

Cecilia felt a twinge of jealousy.

Mark served some food on her plate and said in a low voice, "What?

You are so captivated by me that you can't help but stare at me all the time. Why not eat some first?"