“You can't even apply the ointment properly! You're just like a child."

Although he was scolding her, a tenderness in his eyes translated to how gently he applied the ointment to her mouth.

Despite his words, Cecilia knew he cared about her.

At this moment, she was so captivated by Mark's tenderness that she had totally forgotten about Cathy's presence. She placed her hand in his trouser pocket and acted like a spoiled child.

Mark felt her touch and shot her a glance.

"What are you doing? You little rascal."

Cecilia flashed a coy smile.

Behind them, Cathy watched in a daze. She was frozen in place, as though her body had been plunged into the depths of an icy cave.

Why was Mark indulging Cecilia's every whim? She couldn't understand it!

Cecilia was pretty, but she wasn't suitable to be Mark's wife. After all, Mark was the backbone of the entire Evans family! That required a capable wife to assist him in every aspect.

In what world would a woman like Cecilia deserve a man like Mark?

Meanwhile, Peter produced a gift from his business bag.

"I gave something to Edwin last time. This one is for you," he said.

At first, Cecilia was embarrassed to accept Peter's present. After all, she didn't prepare anything for him.

"It's alright. Take it," Mark reassured her, patting her on the head.

“He wishes us all a very Merry Christmas."

Hearing this, Peter smiled.

"You're such a mind-reader."

Although Cecilia was still hesitant, she had no choice but to accept the gift.

Since she didn't have any pockets on her clothes, she had to put the gift directly into Mark's pocket. As she did, Mark watched her quietly from the corner of his eye. After a while, he called the butler and ordered him to do something.