“Can't you adjust your schedule? We have such a rare opportunity to meet.”

Cecilia, tending to her Lipstick, turned and Lightly pushed him.

"I'LL be late."

Mark persisted.

He enclosed her within his arm, Locking the bathroom door behind them.

Cecilia's efforts to resist were futile.

She leaned against the wall, her gaze distant.

Soft-spoken words drifted from her lips, laden with an undertone of resignation.

"Mark, you're always consumed by obligations. You probably can't even recall our son's birthday. I know in your eyes, my work is unimportant, so I should cooperate with you unconditionally. If I have to put off my work once you come, do you know how many favors I will owe others? Mark, you won't think about it at all. You don't care about my feelings at all.”

Emotions perhaps unrevealed, Cecilia voiced her thoughts, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Enriching herself seemed wiser than waiting for Mark.

Edwin needed her guidance too.

Mark's gaze was profound.

He stood defenseless, recognizing that the young girl who once clung to him had matured significantly.

But he longed for the simplicity she had exuded.

Cecilia's melancholy registered. She was loath to quarrel with him.

Her head bowed, a whisper broke from her lips.

"I'm leaving. When will you leave?" She shifted her focus to Edwin, her voice softening.

"If you have time, accompany Edwin to play. At his age, he should be in kindergarten. You can't imagine how much he envies Alexis and Leonel.”

Mark's heart twinged.

Cecilia's departure was forestalled by Mark's grasp, his hand producing a cigarette.

Only half of it was smoked before it was snuffed out.