Mark nodded, his smile lingering on his face.

He peeked his head into the living room and deliberately raised his voice.

"Cecilia," he called her in a natural, casual tone.

“Peter will go home later to celebrate the festival. Why don't you walk him out?"

Upon hearing this, Cecilia, who was in the living room, gritted her teeth.

She was convinced that Mark was doing this on purpose!

He knew very well that Cathy and she weren't on good terms, and yet, he still asked her to walk Peter out despite Cathy's presence.

But since Mark had made the request, she couldn't bring herself to say no. Besides, she didn't want to be deemed as a coward.

After taking a deep breath, Cecilia ran out with the ointment in her hand.

She still had some ointment on her mouth, which made her look somewhat crude and unsophisticated.

As Cathy observed Cecilia, a strange feeling tugged at her heart. She knew Mark like the back of her hand. He was a perfectionist. Cathy guessed Mark wouldn't be able to stand Cecilia's indecency and would be embarrassed.

Just as Cathy had anticipated, Mark's expression crumpled into a frown as soon as he saw Cecilia.

He grabbed Cecilia by the arm and pulled her closer. Noticing her injured mouth, he asked her, "What's going on?"

They were standing so close that she could see the bite marks she had left on his neck last night. When she saw this, memories of their passion the previous night flashed before her eyes, making her cheeks blush.

“I burned myself while I was eating turkey," she said in hushed tones.

Her mind raced as she racked her brain for a more sensible explanation that would make her look less like a fool.

"The roasted turkey that Zoey cooked was really delicious."

With eyes still squinted, Mark took the ointment from Cecilia's hand and applied it to her mouth using his fingers.

“You little foodie.

You keep making excuses for yourself," he scolded her.