Mark smiled, extinguishing his cigarette.

He leaned in to kiss her on the lips, but they both knew they couldn't get too intimate here, right at the entrance of her house.

Clearly understanding the situation, Mark kissed her briefly and then gestured for her to get into the car.

Cecilia fastened her seat belt, her eyes shining with curiosity.

"Where are we going?"

She wanted to ask if they were heading to a hotel, but she didn't want to appear too forward, as if she was eager for a physical relationship with him.

Mark turned to look at her, and the sight of her made his heart skip a beat.

He had missed her immensely during the past week, and today, he had finally made some time to see her.

Holding her hand, he said in a hoarse voice, "You'll find out when we get there."

Cecilia nodded with a smile, trusting him completely.

The black sports car sped down the road for about an hour before coming to a stop in front of a luxurious apartment on Gamous Road.

This area was renowned for its high prices and extreme privacy, attracting business tycoons and celebrities who could afford the lavish homes.

Mark led Cecilia upstairs, and as she pushed open the door, she was greeted with a sight of opulence.

The apartment spanned approximately 120 square meters, exquisitely decorated with a touch of elegance. Some soft jazz music was on, adding to the stylish ambiance.

Cecilia took off her coat and glanced around, impressed by the grandeur.

Mark went to the kitchen to pour some milk for her.

She followed him, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

"Mark, what does this mean?”

She was worried about becoming his mistress.

Even if he wasn't married, any woman he kept outside the public eye would be considered his mistress.

Ina soft voice, Mark replied, "Drink your milk."

She shook her head stubbornly, insisting on an explanation.