Cecilia turned her head aside, a flush of depression on her cheeks.

Until now, he hadn't provided her with a clear response. In reality, she was already aware of his decision.

He would still choose to look after Laura, the child whose parents were Cathy and Paul.

Cecilia lacked the energy to engage in an argument with him.

She calmed down for a brief moment and spoke softly.

“I've grown accustomed to not having you by my side during these years. Edwin doesn't spend a lot of time with you. Mark, we don't need to..."

Mark's complexion lost its color.

He grasped Cecilia's intent. She was ready to give up their relationship.

He gazed at Cecilia and whispered, “Cecilia, I understand how you feel. Just grant me a little time, will you? It was I who suggested

Paul for that project. And Laura, she's the sole heir to the Thomas family."

Cecilia averted her gaze, choosing to stare outside the window instead.

In a gentle murmur, she expressed, "Mark, all I desire is a peaceful existence. It doesn't matter to me whether you're a man of high position. The most important thing is that you can live with me and

Edwin without being disturbed by others."

The air crackled with tension.

Cecilia's heart was heavy with disillusionment, yet abandoning their relationship built over the years wasn't as easy as pie.

Exhaustion was evident in Cecilia as she slumped into the couch.

She whispered, “It's getting late. Let me show you to the guest room."

Mark, however, picked her up and strode toward the bed.

Cecilia's surprise was palpable.

She thumped him on the shoulder and asked, "Mark, what are you doing?"