But at this moment, he didn't know what to say or do. This little girl was different.

He straightened his clothes neatly, sat on the edge of the bed, and pinched her cheek.

"Lhave to get going. Otherwise, I'll be late for my meeting. Look at my neck. Do you think it looks like I'm scratched by a naughty cat?"

Wrapped in the quilt, Cecilia looked at him, tears welling up in her eyes.

They had slept together.

But he didn't promise anything, nor did she dare to ask him if they had a future together.

She knew she wasn't right for him, but...

Feeling aggrieved, she didn't wait for him to come back.

She deliberately started to avoid him, but she couldn't fall asleep at night because of him.

Mark was snubbed...

Four days later, Cecilia received a call from Mark. His voice was gentle but a little tired.

"I'm going back to Czanch tomorrow. Can I see you?"

Cecilia couldn't admit to herself how much she wanted to see him.

But because of their identities, she was destined for heartbreak.

All the same, she still pined for him...

Finally, she agreed to meet at a nice, quiet restaurant. Peter waited for Cecilia at the entrance and led her to the private room.

The room was huge, but there was only one person there—Mark.

He was wearing a light blue shirt and black suit pants today.

He had taken off his dark blue coat and draped it casually on the back of his chair. When Cecilia arrived, he was bent over a document.

Peter coughed lightly and announced, "Miss Fowler is here."

With a smile, Peter closed the door to give the two some privacy, but he still vigilantly guarded the door form outside.

With her back against the door, Cecilia looked at Mark with nervous uncertainty. It was a little troublesome to talk about love with an older man. She never knew what he was thinking...