Just then, the photographer summoned her.

She wasn't in a good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for a while, especially when she applied eye drops to her eyes.

Mark was disheartened to see her in such a state.

He stood there quietly for a while before turning around and walking away.

He believed that if they were apart, they could each attain their desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high position and felt no obligation to secure a girl's heart.

Yet, they had forsaken all to choose each other.

Mark felt a swell of emotion. A man at his age shouldn't have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her colleagues, partners, and business sponsors.

But Mark still walked over.

He positioned himself right before Cecilia.

She was taken aback.

A hush fell over the bystanders as they recognized Mark.

In a gentle tone, Mark assured, "I'll be back in a few days."

Cecilia remained silent, gazing up at him. He tenderly brushed her hair and softly uttered, “Even though I'm older than you and don't have much at the moment, I still want to make you my wife.”

Then, Mark departed.

Cecilia remained in place, delicately nibbling her crimson lips.

She endeavored to steer clear of Mark that evening.

However, Waylen made her return with just one phone call.

"Don't you care about your child? Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant. It's not fair to pass the kid off to her."

Cecilia was always obedient to Waylen. She made her way to the villa.

Rena, as ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which made Cecilia feel guilty.