Mark also narrowed his eyes as he regarded Waylen. He hadn't forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia's behalf upon learning about what happened between Cecilia and him.

Over time, Waylen had grown more mature and elegant.

Mark, however, felt the weight of his years, not as resilient to the ravages of time.

Waylen chose not to add more because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that would make Rena sad.

Mark devoted his morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the scene where

Cecilia was shooting.

Cecilia noticed Mark's presence.

She approached him during her break.

Mark was donned in yesterday's attire and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still had to look up at him.

They looked at each other.

In a soft tone, Mark began, “Zoey isn't feeling well. I'll head back to Czanch first."

He was somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets, he forced a rueful smile.

"There are a few more deals I need to discuss."

Cecilia got the message he was trying to convey.

He couldn't remain in Duefron indefinitely. He had already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in a lot of effort to make a fresh start.

This realization made her soften her attitude.

“Take care on your way home. And perhaps next time, you might consider bringing Peter along."

Mark offered a smile.

“Is it me or Peter that you're missing?"

Cecilia's eyes appeared slightly misty.