Cathy was also choosing accessories for men's clothing.

When their eyes met, both of them were taken aback. Holding a tie in her hand, Cathy turned to the shopping assistant and said, "I'll take this one. Please package it."

Cecilia's gaze was fixed on Cathy's right hand, which was adorned with a black leather glove.

Cathy glanced at Mark, who was sipping tea and reading a magazine.

Sadness overwhelmed her.

She and Mark had shared some happy times, but he never went shopping with her back then. He was, at that time, nothing near being considerate.

Cathy approached Mark and said softly, "Mark."

Mark was surprised to see Cathy and glanced at Cecilia instinctively.

Although Cecilia was upset at Cathy's appearance, she didn't want to cause a scene in public. She reluctantly placed the belt back on the rack.

She didn't have the mood to pick up anything for Mark anymore. He might as well stick to his old ones.

Seeing Cecilia's sulking expression, Mark found it amusing. He wanted to coax her right away. However, he had to deal with the situation at hand.

Given others’ presence, Mark managed to show respect to Cathy.

He greeted Cathy with a polite smile, “What a coincidence."

Yet, this politeness wasn't what Cathy had hoped for. She managed to remain composed.

At this moment, the shopping assistant had already packaged the tie, so Cathy paid for it.

Then, with the tie in hand, she walked up to Mark and said in an earnest tone, "I'm heading to Tashkao after Christmas Day. Please accept this tie as a gift."

Mark didn't make any moves to accept the tie, which prompted Cathy to force a bitter smile.

"You won't even accept a gift?"

Reluctantly, Mark explained, "Miss Wilson, please refrain from presenting me with any gifts. It's not appropriate. Over there is the woman I love deeply. She will pick up my clothes for me."

Cathy turned her gaze toward Cecilia, and then back at Mark.