She moved closer to him, nestling her face against his neck, savoring his comforting scent as she spoke in a soft, gentle voice.

“I want you to relax a bit."

Mark touched her hand and replied, "Cecilia, I'm not tired."

In the past, he might have been tired, but now, with her by his side, he genuinely felt invigorated.

Then, the door opened, and Peter entered with a cup of ginseng tea.

Seeing this heartwarming scene, Peter simply closed the door with a smile and teased, “Sir, Miss Fowler is worried about you. Well, this tea can do you some good. It helps you relax."

Mark pursed his lips and smiled.

He gestured to Peter to place the tea down and suggested, “Leave it there. You can go home from work now."

Peter agreed and left the room.

After the door closed, Cecilia still leaned against Mark's back because he had been holding her hand the entire time.

She gently tapped his shoulder and said, "Release me. What if others see us like this?"

However, Mark pulled her onto his lap and handed her the cup of tea.

"It's good for your health. Have a taste of it."

Cecilia refused to drink it.

Mark touched her lips gently and said, “Your lips are dry, and you need more nourishment. Come on, be a good girl and have some."

Attractive girls like her should put in effort to maintain beauty.

After what she had gone through before, she was somewhat less radiant.

He wanted her to restore to her usual charming side.

He had her best interests at heart.

Although Cecilia could understand his good intentions, she was reluctant to drink it because its bitter scent had wafted into her nostrils.