Mark looked towards the upper floor and smiled.

"She's still young; it doesn't matter."

The butler set the table with wine and dishes. Korbyn had spent hours dining and talking with Mark, yet he still couldn't fathom the reason for Mark's unexpected visit...

Peter assisted Mark into the car when it was well past midnight.

Having consumed a bit too much, Mark leaned against the back seat, contemplating his plan to return to Czanch the next morning. However, the little girl seemed clearly upset with him.