She was actually in the next room.

Cecilia lay on the bed with Edwin safely nestled in her arms.

Both of them were sound asleep as the moonlight outside bathed them with a faint glow.

When Mark entered their room, he didn't turn on the Light.

He simply sat on the edge of the bed and caressed Cecilia's face.

Her skin felt cold and wet against his fingertips.

Looking at her face, his heart ached.

“Don't cry, okay?" he whispered.

As expected, Cecilia wasn't actually asleep.

She gently patted Edwin while keeping her head down.

“You must be exhausted from today. Go to bed and rest. We can discuss this issue some other time."

Mark shook his head and refused to leave.

How could he leave her alone in such a sad and angry state?

So, he gently lifted Edwin to one side and tucked him in the quilt.

Then, despite Cecilia's protests, he carried her into his bedroom.

This room was essentially soundproof. Mark closed the door behind them before he placed Cecilia on the soft bed.

It was then that Cecilia finally exploded.

“Mark! What do you want? Do you still want to sleep with me?"

Mark quietly stared at her with an unfathomable gaze as he watched

Cecilia's chest heave with rage.