She had no intention of moving.

How could he even think about running this morning?

She lowered the quilt slightly and glanced at him, her voice as soft as a kitten.

"Can't I just sleep a little longer?"

Mark smiled and produced a bag of breakfast from behind him, containing milk and an omelet.

Cecilia was pleasantly surprised.

Despite the abundance of servants in the Evans family, offering her the best care, she had been yearning for the omelet from this particular breakfast shop for years.

Her craving had been especially intense when Edwin was still in her belly, a time when she often felt deprived and hungry, wiping away tears and viewing Mark as a heartless man.

Cecilia's eyes held a mix of joy and caution as she extended her hand from under the quilt and asked in a soft voice, "Did you buy this when you ran moments earlier?"

Mark nodded in confirmation.

He then gently patted her head and said, "At least brush your teeth and tidy yourself up before eating!"

He has a fetish about cleanliness.

Cecilia had grown used to being casual but didn't want Mark to Look down on her, so she hurriedly got up, regretting it the moment she stretched out one of her legs.

Like a spoiled child, she said, "Mark, bring me some clothing!"

Mark remained motionless, his gaze containing an inscrutable depth.

Blushing, she urged him, "Come on, hurry up!"

Mark leaned over and planted a passionate kiss on her cheek before saying in a husky voice, “Wear my shirt."

He then went to the cloakroom and fetched a white shirt for her.

Taking the shirt, she noticed a faint fragrance still lingering on it.

She put it on gently, pulling her long hair out from under the collar.