Before digging into his meal, Mark quietly inquired, "You're also upset with me. Why bother feeding me?"

He half expected her to stay quiet, but a slight smile crossed her face.

"Getting mad at you is one thing. You're Edwin's dad, after all."

Mark's brow creased.

He found her response unsatisfactory. After taking a bite, he couldn't resist asking again, "Am I merely Edwin's father? What happened to your future husband?"