These years had been a source of pain for Cecilia, but it was also a deep regret for him. Learning that she had a child alone almost broke his heart.

He couldn't help but acknowledge that he loved her more than anything, and falling for her was inevitable.

Mark gently placed his phone down and stood by the window, feeling the cold wind on his face.

He knew he owed this woman so much, and this feeling of regret and longing would stay with him forever.

It was late at night.

Waylen drove the black limousine steadily on the road. The children were tired and sleeping in the back seat.

Waylen turned his head to look at Rena.

She was quietly leaning against the back of the passenger seat and looking out the window.

“Are you still angry?"

Waylen gently held her hand.

Rena smiled.

“How could I be angry? Please focus on driving.”

Waylen let go of her hand and stared intently at the traffic ahead.

After a long time, he whispered, "The feelings between Mark and Cecilia are complicated, Rena.”

They could have been two people whose respective worlds didn't intersect.

They could have gone back to being strangers after a one-night stand.

But they couldn't stand being apart, just Like Waylen couldn't stand being apart from Rena.

Perhaps it was Harold's death that made Waylen realize that there were always accidents in life and that he should cherish his marriage and his family. Even if Rena didn't love him with all her heart, he wouldn't take it to heart.

He drove the car back to the villa.

After Rena got out of the car, Waylen took off his overcoat and said to her, "You take Alexis and Leonel inside."

Then, he took Marcus in his overcoat and got out of the car with the little guy in his arms.

Marcus was still a little boy. With a red face, he snuggled up to his father's chest and slept soundly.