In a soft voice, Cecilia offered, "Let me drive. I'll take you back to the hotel."

Mark was taken aback.

In his dating experience, especially with women from well-off families, most tended to have a certain temper and would often take advantage of situations to demand things from him.

Cecilia's simplicity and innocence were truly a rare treasure in Mark's eyes.

The two of them changed their seats.

Ina serene manner, Cecilia skillfully guided the car into the hotel's underground parking lot.

Waiting there was Peter, who had patiently anticipated their arrival. As the car halted, the scent of alcohol reached his nose, and he greeted them with a smile.

"Ah, you've had quite a bit to drink. Thank you, Miss Fowler.”

The wine Mark had consumed started to take its toll with a delayed effect.

Although he didn't notice it before, now his feet felt a bit unsteady.

Peter sought Cecilia's help, requesting her to avoid any unwanted photographs.

Agreeing to his request, Cecilia contemplated that there would likely be minimal interaction between them in the future, considering their imminent familial ties.

The elevator ride was marked by a palpable silence, leaving Peter to sense that something might go awry during dinner.

As Peter pondered the situation, the elevator doors opened on the first floor and, to his surprise, Harold stood there, eyeing Cecilia with disdain.

“So, you ignored my calls and messages because you've found yourself a new boyfriend, huh, Cecilia? How old is he? At least 35,! suppose. Can such an old man satisfy your needs?"

Furious tears welled up in Cecilia's eyes.

Her feelings for Harold had been genuine and she had broken up with him because he cheated on her.

How dare he question her now?

Struggling to find words to refute him, Cecilia felt her anger boiling over.

Before Harold could continue his tirade, Mark nonchalantly struck a match and spoke up.

"Regardless of my age, any woman with me would undoubtedly find satisfaction. But | can't say the same for you, Mr. Moore. It seems you've been too busy with other women totend to your home life. | wonder if you still can perform in the bedroom."

Harold's temper flared, and Mark simply straightened his shirt calmly.