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.

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

was even more

along, so they allowed them to play together. However, when no one was around them, Edwin frightened Laura to

to the living room,

had many things they wanted to

instance, they were considering letting Laura live in Duefron with Mark

denied the idea immediately. She glanced at Edwin and nervously bit

to depart with disappointment without even getting the chance to enjoy a

his guests off, out

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

felt a swell

Cecilia, knowing that she might have some

On the second floor.

French window, silently savoring the

murmured, “Are you

shifted her

appeared gentle, and the soft lighting

reached

whispered, “They’ve come all the way here. Why didn’t you invite

smile graced

her usual self.

Cecilia raised an eyebrow.

had spoken

voice, he inquired, “Are you still

Laura from now on. There’s nothing to fret

a nod. But she

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

hadn’t spoken this freely in

two buttons of

asked, “Should I close the

Cecilia seemed hesitant.

“Edwin is still downstairs.”

secure the door. Returning to her,

“Edwin is busy with his book. I believe it would be beneficial for him to spend some time with

consumed with a strong desire for

and offered a faint

for a whole month. Even though they lived under the same roof, they hadn’t

this instant, Mark found himself unable to resist any

moment, he lowered the curtain,

a slender

to restrain his desires, fearing that he might inadvertently cause her discomfort or

kept

to come and call them for

from inside, and since the door remained closed,

was enveloped in

Mark’s

shifted, Mark’s fingers grazed

blush tinged Cecilia’s

over herself

and check on Edwin once more. His wound

ointment on

in and planted

of energy and a desire for another round, but he restrained himself and

anger flared, and she

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

fetched some food for her

he attended to

Cecilia had already freshened up with a shower, and she was now multitasking,

took a bite, and asked, “So,

even lift her

just Looking for something to

her head and remarked, “It’s nice to

met his gaze

the things within the entertainment industry were

lack of concern caught her

Mark grinned.

main aspects. One involves money, and the other pertains to

to do something for money. She

if she desired pleasure during their intimacy, he could fulfill her needs in that regard.

exchanged

Mark’s expression deepened.

expect the same

years ago, Mark used to be quite

was confident that he and Cecilia were the perfect match for each other, so he was generous and didn’t fret

reverted to her

strong fondness for

affectionately tousled her hair and expressed, “I’ll stand by your side

heart warmed at his

a bit more. Sustaining a fresh look can be costly. However, I don’t think it would be a big deal to

over the events

issue regarding Laura had

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

quite anxious regarding Rena’s

outside unless necessary, and when

between Rena and Cecilia was strong, and together, they browsed

and Mark hold the wedding

replied with a

in May. Mark

response came with a

his vast network in the northwest meant he often traveled there for work. Even in Duefron,

Cecilia didn’t complain.

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

idea. To

to indulge

to say next yet opted for

Rena queried, “Is something

in her hands, Cecilia confessed in a low tone, “Rena, I somehow feel the things between me and Mark have changed. I’m sure my love for

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