Mark headed down to prepare the dinner.

Cecilia quickly tidied the room and then delved into reading the script.

This particular drama, suggested by Rena for its match to Cecilia’s act, cast her as a sophisticated lady, a role Cecilia was eager to embody.

Cecilia found the role appealing. The script held her in its enchanting grip.

When Mark ascended the stairs to invite her for dinner, she glanced up and experienced a twinge in her neck.

Mark grabbed the script and flipped through a few pages. He couldn’t contain his laughter.

Cecilia felt a touch of frustration due to embarrassment. The script seemed somewhat childish, but as a newcomer, she couldn’t jump into a serious drama at once.

She reached for the script, inadvertently brushing against him. But by accident, she bumped into him.

Their bodies tumbled onto the couch, entwining as they overlapped, creating a romantic scene.

Despite their many intimate encounters, the unexpected excitement still left them breathless, especially Mark, who cherished holding Cecilia close.

Cecilia felt a bit uncomfortable and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Stand up from me.”

Mark chose not to rise but instead cradled her close, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

“Are you still upset with me?”

Her nod was unguarded and sincere. Edwin got this very expression from her.

Mark felt a surge of warmth, a blend of desire and affection.

His cheek pressed against hers, their warm skin melding together. He whispered gently, “Can I offer myself as amends to you? Is that acceptable? Don’t be upset. You’re such a lovely girl. Frowning might cause wrinkles.”

Cecilia found herself pinned beneath him. She was unable to move away.

Her eyes, rimmed with red, conveyed frustration.

“If not for Waylen, I would never have returned to your side.”

Waylen had once advised her, “You won’t know if the path ahead is right or wrong until you reach its end. If the path ahead seems rough, turn back. I’ll always be here waiting for you.”

Cecilia cherished the assurance of having a family that supported her unconditionally.

She gave Mark an angry thump.

It could be seen as an outlet, providing some little relief in their relationship.

Mark responded with another kiss, tenderly tracing the contours of her grown figure.

They had to have dinner, so Mark refrained from being overly hasty.

The days that followed were filled with tranquility.

The influence of the Evans and Fowler families was far-reaching and formidable.

Waylen stood as the top lawyer in law and politics, effortlessly prevailing in any legal battle.

The case proceeded without a hitch.

After the initial trial, the court ruled in favor of granting custody of Laura to Paul’s parents.

Paul’s parents’ joy was uncontainable.

They travel north with Laura, arriving in Duefron to express their gratitude to Mark.

They decided not to give Mark advance notice of their visit. Upon reaching Mark’s villa gate, they informed the doorman that they had come to see Mark.

Meanwhile, Mark was engaged with Edwin.

A servant approached Mark with a look of ambivalence, reporting, “Mr. Evans, you have visitors at the gate. Additionally, they were accompanied by an adorable young girl.”

Mark guessed the identity of the guests, and he found himself in a difficult situation.

His gaze shifted to Cecilia.

Cecilia’s eyes were a bit teary, but she remained composed.

“They have arrived. Go ahead and greet them.”

Mark’s hand rested on her shoulder, offering a comforting caress.

Cecilia, preferring to avoid the visitors, went upstairs.

Mark watched her depart before instructing the servant, “Please, let them in.”

Edwin raised his head proudly and inquired innocently, “Is that Laura?”

Mark was taken aback.

At that moment, Paul’s parents arrived, Laura in tow, bearing an array of unique goods from Czanch. Among these, Paul’s mother had selected some items specifically for children.

Paul’s mother gazed at Edwin with warmth in her eyes.

“You must be Edwin, right? Peter mentioned how adorable you are.”

Edwin’s innocence was unmistakable.

Yet, out of the younger generation, Edwin was known for being the most mischievous one as he grew up.

The compliment to Edwin lifted Mark’s spirits.

While Mark was fond of Laura, he refrained from embracing her, considering Cecilia’s feelings.

Laura appeared somewhat let down.

and embraced Laura, saying, “My dad’s occupied now, so let me

even more

to play together. However, when no one was around them, Edwin frightened Laura to tears, leaving her too scared

living room, she

had many things they wanted to

letting Laura live in Duefron with Mark by

however, denied the idea immediately. She glanced at Edwin and

with disappointment without even getting the chance to

off, out

Edwin, who tended to blush easily, engrossed in reading

felt a swell of

upstairs to console Cecilia, knowing that she might have some complaints regarding Laura’s

On the second floor.

the French window, silently savoring

Mark murmured, “Are

shifted her gaze

and the soft lighting featured

her softness, Mark reached out to caress her

all the way here. Why didn’t you invite them to stay for dinner? Wouldn’t that be

graced

her usual self. She’s typically

Cecilia raised an eyebrow.

sensed he had spoken

he inquired, “Are you still upset with

look after Laura from now

a nod.

with Cecilia for some time, could read her thoughts Like an open book. The air

this freely in

unfastened the top two buttons of his

“Should I close the

Cecilia seemed hesitant.

“Edwin is still downstairs.”

had already risen to secure the door. Returning to her, he lifted her in his arms, pressing

and kisses were tender, his words a soft murmur, “Edwin is busy with his book. I believe it would be beneficial for him to spend some

was consumed with a strong

slightly and offered

a whole month. Even though they lived

Mark found himself unable

of the moment, he lowered the curtain, and they engaged

had a

fearing that he might inadvertently cause her discomfort

kept on until 8:00

to come and call them for

sound from inside, and since the door remained closed, the servant took the hint

was enveloped in

nestled in Mark’s embrace, his arms damp with

fingers grazed her lips, questioning, “Are

tinged

pulled the blanket over herself

check on Edwin once more. His wound is bothering

some ointment on

leaned in and planted a kiss on

of energy and a desire for another round, but he restrained himself and whispered, “Have you been holding back for

and she responded

Mark rose to dress himself. Clutching his wrinkled shirt, he

fetched some

attended to

freshened up with a shower, and she was now multitasking,

sat beside her, took a bite, and asked, “So,

even lift

for something to keep

and remarked, “It’s

thoughtful pause, Cecilia met his gaze and ventured,

within the entertainment industry

lack of concern

Mark grinned.

aspects. One involves money, and

felt no need to do something for money. She was born into a wealthy family,

if she desired pleasure during their intimacy, he could fulfill her needs in that regard. There was no need for her to seek others. This

is consistently quite possessive. Whenever Rena exchanged a few words with someone else, he

Mark’s expression deepened.

the same from

Mark used to

was confident that he and Cecilia were the perfect match for each

Cecilia had reverted to

strong fondness for

hair and expressed, “I’ll stand by your side in the days

warmed

more. Sustaining a fresh look can be costly. However, I don’t think it

harbored jealousy over the

regarding Laura had ultimately been

for a shopping trip. At this point,

anxious regarding

unless necessary, and when she

and together, they

and Mark hold

with a

set in May. Mark has

response came with

meant he often traveled there

Cecilia didn’t complain.

that with his connections, securing a more relaxed

idea. To him, it smacked of

which led him to

say next

hesitation, Rena queried, “Is something troubling

a low tone, “Rena, I somehow feel the things between me and Mark have changed. I’m sure

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