Mark put down the document and looked up at Cecilia. After a long time, he said with a smile, "Why are you just standing there? Be a good girl and come closer."

Cecilia bit her lip, cursing him in her mind.

He still treated her as a child!

All the same, she found herself gravitating towards him and obediently taking the seat next tohim.

Mark poured her a glass of water, asking gently, "Does it still hurt down there?”

Cecilia's visage turned rosy, a subtle display of her emotions.

It had been days since they had sex. Besides, she was not a totally inexperienced virgin.

How could it still hurt?

Mark's countenance bore a serene smile.

On that particular night, he might have been a bit rough. Cecilia repeatedly expressed her discomfort...

After all, she was a delicate soul.

At that very moment, the waiter entered, gracefully serving the array of dishes.

Despite being just two people, the table was adorned with an abundance of delicacies.

Unable to contain herself, Cecilia remarked, "We can't possibly consume all this. It's wasteful.”

With an enigmatic smile playing on his lips, Mark inquired, "Are you trying to save me money now?"

As he served her a helping of food, he quipped, "If you can somehow reduce my energy expenditure in bed, that would be quite considerate of you."

Crimson flushed Cecilia's cheeks even deeper. How audacious he could be!

Observing her reaction, Mark decided to stop teasing her.

He carefully scooped a bow! of chicken soup for her, tenderly remarking, “It's highly nourishing and beneficial especially for women."

Silently, Cecilia sipped the soup.

Yet, she felt a certain restraint, unsure of how he planned to orchestrate her future.

After the meal, Mark made sure his beloved was satiated.