Female NovelMark playfully 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 were laced 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 accepted the teacup and took a sip, he adopted an enigmatic tone, asking, “Shall we continue tonight?”
Cecilia’s spirits immediately dampened.
Mark, a playful rogue, was considerably older and smarter than her, but she was skilled at playing the role of the innocent victim.
Sneaking up behind him, she tenderly embraced him, playfully 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.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Despite the circumstances, Cecilia never voiced a complaint.
Instead, she obediently kept him company in the study.
Occasionally, 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 the late hours of the night.
Finally, he found a moment to playfully 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 plans. Zoey’s voice then carried from outside. “Mark, you’re still awake, aren’t you? I’ve brought you some late 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!”