If he were a decade younger and had met Cecilia, he would have married her instantly, wanting nothing more than to fill her days with boundless happiness, shielding her from any worries.

After a considerable period, Mark let out a soft sigh.

"Arrange for the plane. We're heading back to Czanch."

With a heavy heart, Cecilia departed from the party.

Instead of going home, she sought solace in a shop, where she exchanged her million-dollar couture dress for a modest casual outfit. Then, she roamed the streets aimlessly, lost in her thoughts.

The night had grown late.

Asleek black limo glided past her slowly.

The car belonged to Flora, who was accompanied by her new boyfriend for the night. They intended to spend it together.

Noticing Cecilia from a distance, Flora instructed the driver to stop the car.

The car came to a halt, and Flora gracefully stepped out, her slim waist swaying. She said kindly, "Why are you wandering around outside in the middle of the night? Let me take you home. Otherwise, if your Uncle Mark finds out tomorrow, he might blame me for being incompetent."

Disgust welled up within Cecilia upon hearing these words.

She continued walking forward.

At that moment, a handsome young man alighted from the car and wrapped his arms around Flora’s waist, inquiring, "Who is this?"

Cecilia turned around.

Flora cozied up to the man, her smile taking on a coquettish charm.

"What? Are you really that naive? Isn't it normal for men and women to mingle? Am | supposed to be loyal to Mark? Besides, since you came into the picture, he hasn't laid a finger on me. | believe | can have some fun with other men.”

Cecilia's breath grew unsteady.

What did Flora just say? Mark... Mark wasn't with Flora?

Cecilia couldn't fathom why Mark had lied to her.

Sensing Cecilia's doubts, Flora decided to be somewhat helpful.

Approaching Cecilia, Flora straightened her clothes and said with indifference, "It's been a while since Mark and | were together. I'm well aware that he has no feelings for me, despite my dream of becoming his wife. This time, he came back to me but there was no intimacy, so | know he won't marry me. He won't even touch me, so it's clear where | stand."

They were no strangers to intimacy.