And there was a small feeding bottle.

The atmosphere became quite awkward for a moment.

Mark's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

He knew that Cecilia was two years older than Rena, but... Why would she keep a feeding bottle and cute little plushies in her bag?

Was she still a baby?

Peter, who had been quietly observing Mark, saw that the man who seldom smiled all year round was now smiling very faintly. It could be seen that Mark was actually happy.

Cecilia, on the other hand, felt very aggrieved.

Cheeks burning with shame, she bit her lip and murmured, "Harold, we already called off the engagement.”

Harold was about to say something when a low, masculine voice interrupted him.

"Peter, pick up her things," Mark ordered domineeringly.

The contents of a girl's purse, especially that feeding bottle, were exposed for the world to see, which was not appropriate.

Smiling, Peter nodded obediently and proceeded to pick up the scattered things, even going so far as to considerately put them back inside Cecilia's purse and zip it up before putting the purse back.

In a daze, Cecilia looked up and met Mark's intent gaze.

Shelly, on the other hand, was stunned. Who was this guy? And why did he look so cool and confident?

He looked like a perfect gentleman, but there was also an oppressive aura about him.

After a long pause, Cecilia finally managed to say, “Uncle Mark?"

Mark was sitting amidst several other men...

He wasn't planning to stand up, but when Cecilia called him "Uncle Mark", he somehow found himself standing up and walking towards her. She raised her head slightly, tears glistening in her beautiful eyes.

She looked so pitiful that Mark's heart skipped a beat.

She reminded him of a wounded animal.

Mark sudden felt the impulse to touch Cecilia's head, but he controlled himself and instead asked, "You're very lively today.”

Cecilia's throat made a sound, halfway between a gasp and a grunt.