Gently, he touched her head and said, "Listen to me. Wash your face and then join us for dinner."

Silently, he left without making a fuss. Cecilia collected herself and followed suit, but her mood was tainted, leaving her with little appetite.

Rena observed her abnormal behavior with keen eyes.

She looked at Cecilia and then at her uncle, deep in thought.

After dinner, they bid farewell to each other.

Mark stood alongside Flora, the two appearing like a picture-perfect couple.

Cecilia got into her car.

Gripping the steering wheel, she slowly lowered her head. Since the day she broke up with Harold, she never thought she'd find herself crying for a man again.

She could sense that Mark had some feelings for her.

However, he treated her like a child, seemingly more inclined to spend time with women like Flora.

Was it because those women were more mature and understood him better?

Just then, the door of the Audi car in front opened and Peter got in alone, driving off.

Cecilia's heart skipped a beat.

She speculated that Mark might have other social engagements, maybe at that exclusive club.

Would he bring Flora along as well? Would he hold her in his arms and kiss her in the bathroom like he did with her? Perhaps they would even be intimate?

In an odd way, seeing such a sight with her own eyes might actually help her let go and alleviate her pain.

An hour later, she parked her car.

The club's security staff recognized her, aware that she had been here with Mark before.

Coupled with her limited edition sports car that showed her status, they let her in without any hassle.

The waiter courteously opened the door for her, smiling as he said, "Mr. Evans just arrived!"

With that, the door was pushed open.

As expected, Mark was engrossed in a card game with a group of people.