“What girl?"

Cecilia was confused.

In a casual tone, Zoey revealed to her the details of Mark's drunken dream, leaving Cecilia understanding the situation and feeling her cheeks flush.

Looking at her, Mark wore an enigmatic smile that only deepened her embarrassment.

However, despite that, Cecilia couldn't deny the sweet feeling that arose within her. It seemed that when Mark was inebriated, he would call out her name.

Outside, the darkness was steadily thickening.

Zoey took charge of cooking for all of them, and Cecilia offered to help. Although Mark rarely took on the role of chef himself, he also remained in the kitchen.

After their dinner, they were supposed to retire to their respective bedrooms.

However, Mark gallantly led Cecilia into his lavishly appointed bedroom.

Mark's bedroom boasted a generous size and was adorned with elegant and refined furniture and decorations. An adjacent study added a touch of antiquity to the room, and the window seat provided a cozy spot for savoring tea.

Cecilia found herself stunned by the sight.

Mark playfully nudged her nose and inquired, “Surprised by my bedroom?"

Blushing, she responded with a touch of shyness, "I never imagined my boyfriend's room to be like this..."

Her words were laced with tact and understatement.

In reality, she meant that the style of his bedroom was somewhat old-fashioned; suitable for middle-aged men, but certainly not for younger ones her own age.

Could Mark not discern the subtle undertones in her response? Unperturbed, he proceeded to brew a pot of tea, handing her a cup with thoughtful consideration.

As she accepted the teacup and took a sip, he adopted an enigmatic tone, asking, "Shall we continue tonight?"

Cecilia's spirits immediately dampened.

Mark, a playful rogue, was considerably older and smarter than her, but she was skilled at playing the role of the innocent victim.

Sneaking up behind him, she tenderly embraced him, playfully calling him "Uncle Mark" to beg for mercy. Mark, reciprocating the affection, held her delicate hand with one hand while savoring the tea she had offered him.

In truth, he had a mountain of work to tackle, leaving him with scarce free time to hang out with her.

Despite the circumstances, Cecilia never voiced a complaint.