He contemplated making a profound emotional commitment to his little girl for the rest of their lives.

Zoey approached with a cup of tea, sitting with him for a while. There seemed to be something she wanted to inquire about, but in the end, she remained silent. She believed that her son must have been serious now that he had brought the girl home.

She, too, had grown fond of this little girl

Zoey was now sure Cecilia was the "Cecile" girl she heard Mark call out in his dream.

Zoey pondered that perhaps they would soon tie the knot. Despite the disparity in age, familial and social status, she was convinced that love could transcend these societal barriers because her son held such deep affection for Cecilia.

In the end, Zoey simply stated, "It's good."

Mark contemplated her words and couldn't help but smile faintly. Zoey's attitude towards their relationship was intriguing indeed.

His intention was to propose to the Fowler family once little Alexis regained her health.

He envisioned keeping Cecilia by his side, allowing her to be a constant companion to both him and Zoey. Each day, upon returning from work, he would be greeted by the heartwarming scene of Cecilia and Zoey together, immersed in the rays of sunlight while picking beans.

Mark acknowledged that he was no longer young and he began to entertain the idea of having children of his own after marriage. ©

Cecilia had returned to Duefron, thinking that it would be a long time before she could see Mark again.

But to her surprise, just one week later, Mark came back.

Late one night, Cecilia's phone rang, and it was Mark on the other end.

"Come to the door, he said.

What?!

Her heart raced with excitement. Was he really in Duefron?

She didn't want to waste any time, so she quickly changed into a dress and hurried downstairs. Korbyn, her father, was still reading the newspaper. He casually asked, "It's so late. Why are you going out?”

"Shelly asked me to meet up with her," Cecilia replied, making up an excuse before dashing out of the house.

Korbyn sighed helplessly as he watched his daughter leave.

Outside, a black Lotus sports car was parked near the Fowler's house.

Mark, dressed in a sleek black suit, leaned against the car door while smoking. He blended in with the night, and as soon as he saw Cecilia running towards him, he opened his arms invitingly. She gladly embraced him, resting her head on his shoulder, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

"You almost burned me," she teased playfully.