Aside from what his mother had mentioned, Cecilia was exceedingly gorgeous.

He then took Edwin to the warehouse, brought out more than ten fireworks, and laid them out in a single file.

The sky was getting dark, with only the faint light of the moon illuminating it.

Aside from that, there were a few small lights littered across the yard.

Mark was wearing black trousers paired with a dark blue cashmere shirt, which highlighted his slender frame.

The dim light cast a soft glow on his profile.

Compared to Waylen, Mark's facial features weren't as sharply defined.

Rather, they had a softness in them that made him look gentle.

Words could never capture how truly handsome Mark was.

Edwin was gleefully clapping his hands as he watched the firework spectacle unfolding above him. This was the first time that he had celebrated Christmas with his father.

Cecilia was just as happy as him. She quietly watched the fireworks display for a few seconds before turning her eyes to the man whom she deeply loved.

However, the moment she looked at Mark, she found Mark was also staring at her.

Their eyes were locked in a tender, intense, and yet gentle gaze.

Cecilia's throat was starting to feel parched as heat rose up her cheeks.

Despite that, she couldn't tear her eyes off him.

Mark smiled at her and took another drag of his cigarette before lighting up the other fireworks.

At that moment, the sky came to life with vibrant colors. He did all of this just for her. To make her smile.

After a while, he stood closer to her and picked Edwin up.

With his free hand, he encircled his hand around her waist and pulled her closer.

Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder. In her mind, all she could think about was how happy and satisfied she was currently. Truly, in the past thirty years, this was the best celebration she had ever experienced.