Seeing this, Peter smiled.

Suddenly, Mark said, “Let her close to me.”

The bodyguards then made way for Cecilia. Making a face at Mark's fierce-looking bodyguards, she squeezed her way toward Mark's side.

Mark couldn't help thinking about the little milk bottle in her bag.

He beamed and shook his head slightly.

His exhaustion had alleviated a lot. He wondered whether or not it was the miracle of young girls that gave him such relief.

Mark's hotel suite was very large.

It even had a small gym inside.

He was quite busy. After he went in and ordered some food, Peter went to prepare.

In less than half an hour, a cart full of scrumptious dishes was delivered by the chef.

Keeping his eyes on the documents he was reading, Mark asked, "Young girls nowadays all seem to like spicy food, so that's what | ordered. Is that okay for you?”

"Sure," Cecilia replied.

How could she say that it wasn't okay?

Mark, Cecilia, and Peter had dinner together. It was obvious that Peter was Mark's confidant, and he was good at maintaining conversation. He kept the air light by joking from time to time. ©

Cecilia wasn't accustomed to eating spicy food.

Because of the chili in all the dishes, her throat had started to burn, and her eyes had soon become watery.

Poking at the food in her plate, Cecilia finally whispered with dissatisfaction, "Why are we eating in a hotel suite? It will take forever to disperse the pungent odor."

Not all young girls liked spicy food. Mark was wrong.

Mark heard Cecilia's murmurs, but he chose not to say anything because he thought that watching her face turn red was quite enjoyable.

He signaled to Peter with his eyes.

Peter understood and explained, "Because it is not convenient for Mr. Evans to dine in a restaurant. It seems that you don't like the food. Let me order something else for you."

Tears welled up in Cecilia's eyes.