After a while, Cecilia sat at the table, with the midnight snacks prepared by Zoey in front of her.

She was both satisfied and worried.

She picked up the food in her bowl and asked, "Should I learn to cook in the future? I can't always rely on Zoey to cook for me.

Waylen might scold me on this."

Hearing this, Mark smiled.

He pinched her cheek and said softly, “Zoey cooks for you because she loves you. You don't have to do the housework. There are plenty of servants at home."

Relieved, Cecilia continued to enjoy her snacks happily.

But she also couldn't help but criticize Mark in her heart, "There are only a few family members at home, yet there are more than ten servants. Mark, you're something."

Noting that she had nearly finished her meal, Mark reached out and unbuttoned her coat, gently touching her belly.

Men always said dirty words, and Mark was no exception.

"You are my greatest pleasure," he whispered.

Cecilia was taken aback by his sudden affectionate gesture, feeling her face flush crimson.

She instinctively leaned down and stammered, "What are you doing? I haven't finished eating yet!"

Mark's eyes were filled with affection.

He didn't stop his caresses and replied, "My mother suggested you stay in the room you used to occupy. I'll take you there."

As he spoke, he carried Cecilia in his arms and headed toward their bedroom.

She knew clearly what he desired to do.

Cecilia was afraid of being seen by anyone.

She clung to him tightly and buried her face in his arms, pleading softly, “Please, not now.

Someone might see us!"