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.

stepped forward and embraced Laura, saying,

even

to play together. However, when no one was around them,

returned to the living room, she eagerly

many things they wanted to discuss

instance, they were considering letting Laura live in Duefron

denied the idea immediately. She glanced at Edwin and nervously

depart with disappointment without even getting the chance to

his guests off,

Edwin, who tended to blush easily, engrossed in reading a fairy tale book while

a

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

On the second floor.

French window, silently savoring

her, Mark murmured, “Are you

shifted her

facial lines appeared gentle, and the soft lighting featured her smooth

softness, Mark reached out to

whispered, “They’ve come all the way here. Why didn’t you invite them to stay for dinner? Wouldn’t that be a

smile graced

This isn’t her usual

Cecilia raised an eyebrow.

he had spoken

low voice, he inquired, “Are

Laura from

nod. But she

life with Cecilia for some time, could read her

spoken this freely in

two

and asked, “Should

Cecilia seemed hesitant.

“Edwin is still downstairs.”

risen to secure the door. Returning to her, he

busy with his book. I believe it would be beneficial for him to spend

was consumed with a strong desire

head slightly and offered

for a whole month. Even though they lived under the same roof,

instant, Mark found himself unable

he lowered the curtain, and they engaged in

had a

to restrain his desires, fearing that

moment kept on

come and call them for dinner

inside, and since the door remained closed, the servant took the hint and headed downstairs

room was enveloped

over and nestled in Mark’s embrace, his arms

she shifted, Mark’s fingers grazed her

blush tinged Cecilia’s

pulled the blanket over herself and

once more. His wound is bothering

ointment on

in and planted a kiss on

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

anger flared, and she responded by kicking

dress himself. Clutching his wrinkled shirt, he

fetched some food for her

he attended to

Cecilia had already freshened up with a shower, and

asked, “So,

didn’t even lift

Looking for something to

remarked, “It’s nice

pause, Cecilia met his gaze and ventured, “Doesn’t it

within the entertainment industry were

lack of concern caught

Mark grinned.

One involves money, and the other

money. She was born into a wealthy family, after

needs in that regard. There was no need for her to seek others. This gave Mark

softly exclaimed, “Waylen is consistently quite possessive. Whenever Rena exchanged a few words with someone else, he got

Mark’s expression deepened.

you expect the same from

ago, Mark

he and Cecilia were the perfect match for each other, so he was generous

had reverted

a strong fondness

stand by your side in the days

warmed

quipped, “You might need to earn a bit more. Sustaining a fresh look can be costly. However,

flashed a smile. She still harbored jealousy over the

regarding Laura had

join her for a shopping trip. At this point, Rena was nearing her seventh month

quite anxious regarding

outside unless necessary, and when she did, she

and together, they browsed through baby clothes, enjoying each

you and Mark

replied with

“It’s set in May. Mark

response came with a

vast network in the northwest meant he often traveled there

Cecilia didn’t complain.

pointed out that with his connections, securing a more relaxed job would be a piece of

the idea. To him, it

him to indulge in

say next yet

hesitation, Rena queried, “Is something troubling

things between me and Mark have changed. I’m sure my love

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