In the aftermath of the slap, Cecilia found herself in a daze.

Her lips quivered, and she said, "Mr. Evans, you are quite magnanimous. Preparing a backup plan for the woman you've been with. However, whether | am single or not is none of your concern."

Cecilia forced the words out, and then walked toward the door.

No matter how hard she tried, the door remained shut, refusing to yield.

Stunned, she sniffled and asked, "What are you doing? Aren't you worried about tarnishing your reputation if someone sees us?"

Mark advanced slowly and grasped her hand.

He was so close that he could almost kiss the back of her ears, something he enjoyed doing during their intimate moments.

But now, he merely held her hand and spoke up softly.

"Listen to me, please. Marry someone and lead a stable life.”

Once again, Cecilia found herself in a trance.

Stable?

How could she possibly find stability after all that had happened?

She wasn't vengeful by nature, even when hurt. All she wanted was to escape from him and never lay eyes on him again.

Finally, Mark released his grip on her...

As his receding footsteps faded away, he gazed upon the scenery she had witnessed alone.

Peter emerged silently and whispered, "She's heading back."

Mark nodded, taking a slow drag on his cigarette. Then, he said thoughtfully, "Encounters like today will be rare in the future. She'll come around once she cools down... Peter, do you think she'll find a good man, get married, and have a child in a couple of years? A daughter who'll resemble her.”

Tears welled up in Peter's eyes.

"Please, don't say that."

Perhaps, there was a turning point.

Mark stood there silently, his handsome face emotionless.

There was so much on Mark's mind...