Cecilia hugged Zoey and whispered, "Thanks, Zoey. It's so nice to see you."

Zoey patted Cecilia's hand, turned around, and said to Mark, "Take Cecilia to the dining room. Dinner is still in the microwave. I'1l give Edwin something yummy."

With a smile on his face, Mark teased, “Yes, madai He asked Peter to go back first.

Peter, accustomed to jesting, made a few witty remarks before saying,

"What a loving family. I'd love to stay and propose a toast to you, but it seems I can't. I better go back and get some sleep. I have work tomorrow."

Mark playfully scolded, “You little brat!"

Soon after, Peter left.

Zoey took Edwin to the room.

Edwin seemed to fall asleep there.

Now, only Mark and Cecilia were left.

Mark still looked handsome, and Cecilia was young and beautiful.

Despite the wisteria vine above them withering in winter, it still exuded a sense of aesthetic beauty.

Mark held her hand and walked slowly.

Returning to this place, both of them were inundated with emotions.

A feeling of unease nagged at Cecilia.

Mark suddenly stopped, held her in his arms, and pressed her gently against a tree.

"What's wrong?" Cecilia asked.

“Honey, our son has grown up, but you're still so shy. My mother had deliberately left and made room for us. Now that we're alone, what about making good use of this meaningful night?"

Mark's voice was gentle and seductive.

Cecilia turned her head shyly.