The common denominator between those two states was the great discomfort she felt right now.

Only when she had alcohol in her system could she dare to bury her face in Mark's shoulder.

Tears began to roll down her eyes.

"Uncle Mark," she murmured. Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed like a lost child.

All this was more than enough to make Mark's heart crack.

The elevator doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment, he took out the key and opened the door.

Everything inside had remained the same. Although Mark didn't live here anymore, he still had someone clean it once in a while.

Mark carried Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her on the bed.

Although the bed was soft, her body was much softer.

Seeing her almost unconscious body in the bed, Mark didn't want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her long hair from her forehead.

Cecilia's eyes were closed, and her breathing was even.

There was something adorable with the way her chest rose and fell.

Mark hadn't held her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was a man who had needs.

"Cecilia," he gently called her name.

Slowly, Cecilia opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of this large man whose eyes were burning with lust.

The look on his face was hard to decipher.

The next second, their lips were locked in a gentle kiss.

Her eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness of it all.

But at this point, Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of his body pressed her down, trapping her.

He kissed her eagerly, almost losing control as memories of their past flashed in his mind.