Mark didn't force her.

Mark didn't insist and pulled her close to him when they settled in bed, pretending to complain, "Don't pull my hair anymore. | won't look good if | go bald.”

He playfully expressed his concern for his age.

With a smile, Cecilia held him tightly and softly asked, "How long can you stay?"

Mark gently caressed her head and replied, "| have to leave tomorrow afternoon.

Ihave a full day of meetings ahead."

This being their only night together, he cherished every moment they had.

Although she felt a tinge of disappointment, Cecilia understood and appreciated his efforts. Mark showed her how much she meant to him, dedicating all his spare time to her.

As she drifted off to sleep, she snuggled her face against his neck, feeling safe and content.

Uncle Mark.

In fact, he was already doing so well in being a loving husband...

Before dawn, Mark woke her up and they made love twice, leaving her feeling sleepy and content.

Mark, however, was full of energy. He took a shower, prepared breakfast and lunch for her, instructing her to just heat the meals later.

Finally, he sat at the edge of the bed, looking at Cecilia, who was still asleep.

He pinched her cheek gently and whispered in a low, tender voice, "I'll have dinner with you tonight before heading back to Czanch. You can spend the day here and wait for me."

Half-awake, Cecilia nodded and replied sleepily, "Okay."

Mark kissed her softly before leaving.

As he settled into the car, Peter couldn't help but tease Mark, "Cooking and doing laundry for a young girl, and you're so delighted?"

Mark adjusted his straight suit pants and played it off casually.

"She was in a bit of a mood, and | just coaxed her. There's nothing to be thrilled about."

Peter's smile lingered on his face.

He genuinely felt happy for Mark who finally finding a girl he like. How could Peter not share in his joy?