Mark's gaze lingered on her for a prolonged moment before a smile graced his lips.

“You're much younger than I am. What's there to be upset about?"

At last, he reached out and tenderly ruffled her hair. The gesture bore a gentleness akin to that of a departing husband.

A touch so tender, Cecilia harbored no desire to disrupt the serene ambiance that enveloped them,

Mark's voice dipped to a hush as he continued, "Wrap up the shooting soon. Edwin is eagerly awaiting a snowman-building session. Ensure you take care of and him. He's prone to fever. As for you, remember to have ginger tea. Zoey has been insistent about taking you to Czanch and cooking nutritious food for you."