Mark yfully nudged her nose and inquired, “Surprised by my bedroom?”


    Blushing, she responded with a touch of shyness, “I never imagined my boyfriend’s room to be like this…”


    Her words wereced with tact and understatement.


    In reality, she meant that the style of his bedroom was somewhat old-fashioned; suitable for middle-aged men, but certainly not for younger ones her own age.


    Could Mark not discern the subtle undertones in her response? Unperturbed, he proceeded to brew a pot of tea, handing her a cup with thoughtful consideration.


    As she epted the teacup and took a sip, he adopted an enigmatic tone, asking, “Shall we continue tonight?”


    Cecilia’s spirits immediately dampened.


    Mark, a yful rogue, was considerably older and smarter than her, but she was skilled at ying the role of the innocent victim.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    Sneaking up behind him, she tenderly embraced him, yfully calling him “Uncle Mark” to beg for mercy. Mark, reciprocating the affection, held her delicate hand with one hand while savoring the tea she had offered him.


    In truth, he had a mountain of work to tackle, leaving him with scarce free time to hang out with her.


    Despite the circumstances, Cecilia never voiced aint.


    Instead, she obediently kept himpany in the study.


    asionally, Mark would raise his head and request her assistance with fetching something, and his little girl would gleefully scurry around to fulfill his wishes.


    He remained engrossed in work until thete hours of the night.


    Finally, he found a moment to yfully tease his little girl, intending to make good on his earlier promise.


    Just as they were about to engage in intimacy, an unexpected knock at the door disrupted their ns. Zoey’s voice then carried from outside. “Mark, you’re still awake, aren’t you? I’ve brought you somete night snack!”


    The atmosphere in the room tensed as she started twisting the doorknob.


    The two people on the bed were slightly stiff.


    Wide-eyed, Cecilia whispered, “What should we do?”


    Thinking quickly, Mark tucked her into the quilt, discreetly hiding her slippers under the bed. He then positioned himself on the bed, feigning sleep.


    Zoey entered the room, addressing her son, “Are you going to bed?”


    Mark smiled and replied, “Yes, I’ve had a busy day!”