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 hug

was even

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

to the living room, she eagerly wanted to

things they wanted to discuss

were considering letting Laura live in

denied the idea immediately. She glanced

disappointment without even getting the chance

guests off, out

spun around and caught sight of Edwin, who tended to blush easily, engrossed in reading a fairy tale book while

felt a swell

console Cecilia, knowing that she might

On the second floor.

rested against the French window, silently savoring

Mark murmured,

her gaze toward

lines appeared gentle, and the soft lighting featured her smooth

reached out to

Why didn’t you invite them to stay for dinner? Wouldn’t that

graced

isn’t her usual self. She’s typically well-behaved, but

Cecilia raised an eyebrow.

had spoken too

he inquired, “Are you still upset with

look after Laura from now on. There’s

a nod. But she

some time, could read her thoughts Like an

this

two buttons of his

paused and asked, “Should I

Cecilia seemed hesitant.

“Edwin is still downstairs.”

Mark had already risen to secure the door. Returning to her, he

is busy with his book. I believe it would be beneficial for him to spend some time with Waylen. After all,

consumed with a strong desire for intimacy with

slightly and offered a

lived under the same roof, they hadn’t been intimate during

Mark found himself unable to resist any

the heat of the moment, he lowered the curtain, and

a

that he might inadvertently cause her discomfort or

intimate moment kept on until

and call them for

door remained closed, the servant took the hint and headed downstairs to attend to

room was

rolled over and nestled in Mark’s embrace, his

she shifted, Mark’s fingers grazed her

tinged

the blanket over herself and nodded with a soft

once more.

ointment on

in and planted

but he

she

point, Mark rose to dress himself. Clutching his wrinkled shirt, he suggested, “If you’re feeling off, a shower

and fetched some food

he attended

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

took a bite, and asked, “So, you’re

didn’t even lift her

something to keep

gently caressed her head and remarked, “It’s nice to

a thoughtful pause, Cecilia met his gaze

the things within the entertainment

lack of concern caught

Mark grinned.

could be drawn into two main aspects. One involves money, and the other pertains

need to do something for money. She was born into a

intimacy, he could fulfill her needs in that regard. There was no need for her to

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

Mark’s expression deepened.

the

truth, many years ago, Mark used to be quite

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

Cecilia had reverted

strong fondness for

expressed, “I’ll stand by your side in

heart warmed at

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

harbored jealousy over

Laura had

trip. At this point, Rena was

felt quite anxious

unless necessary, and when she did,

Cecilia was strong, and together, they browsed through

Mark hold

with

in May. Mark has been

came with a cheerful

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

Cecilia didn’t complain.

once pointed out that with his connections, securing a more relaxed

idea. To him, it smacked of

which led him to

say next yet opted for

queried,

somehow feel the things between me and Mark have changed. I’m sure my love for

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