At that moment, the sound of high heels echoed from downstairs.

He knew he shouldn't have gone out, considering Cecilia was the only person returning home at that hour.

Unable to resist the longing to see her again, in the end, he had stepped out.

‘She was tipsy.

When she looked at him with her watery eyes, she exuded a charming femininity mixed with innocence that he found hard to resist.

"Did you drink?” he inquired, gently holding her up.

Too drunk to evade him, she looked straight into his eyes.

It was a gaze that stirred something within him—a mixture of longing and desire due to the pile of work and recent abstinent lifestyle.

Despite these feelings, he remained composed and guided her to her bedroom.

As she lay on the soft bed, he handed her a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table.

"Drink some water and take off your clothes before going to sleep," he advised in a caring manner.

Her crystal-clear eyes remained fixed on him for a while.

Then, she buried her face in the quilt, careful enough not to make a sound

Mark knew that she was crying.

He tenderly patted her shoulder and said, "Didn't you go on a date? What happened?"

She didn't reply audibly, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotional turmoil.

After he gently pulled her back, her tear-stained face was revealed to him.

Mark discovered that she was indeed crying.

Despite her age, she was much younger than him and had a childlike temperament that always reminded him of the way she once was.

Though he knew it was wrong, he couldn't resist lowering his head.

He felt her soft lips, which had opened slightly as if she was waiting for him to kiss her.

Their lips met, and their bodies intertwined, exchanging warmth and passion.