Cecilia didn't pull away or react. Instead, she softly inquired, “Is

Edwin asleep?"

Mark confirmed with a simple "Yes."

He remarked, “I'm planning to bring him back to the hospital for another check-up tomorrow. I can't help but worry about him."

Cecilia didn't voice any objections.

Edwin's fondness for Mark was evident, which meant Cecilia had no grounds to object if Mark chose to engage more with their son.

Cecilia maintained a frosty demeanor.

Mark's heart felt heavy with uncertainty. He had several approaches to comfort her, yet he found them not helpful to the situation. He kissed her gently and softly said, “I'm going to prepare dinner.”

Cecilia halted him and asked, “Aren't there servants available?"

Mark stepped back.

Standing before her, he tenderly ran his fingers through her hair and asked in a raspy voice, “Do you empathize with me?"

Cecilia looked away as she replied, “No, I do not."

A profound look settled in Mark's eyes.

He finally lowered his hand and announced softly, "I'll head down then. Please assess what else should be included here."

Cecilia called out to him once more.

She stood there, with the entire sunset as her backdrop, casting a soft, glowing light around her.

“Mark, betrayal is something I can't tolerate. I will give you just one chance."

She approached him with resolve and declared, "After all this is finished, we will decide when to have our wedding."

Mark agreed.

They gazed at each other, their eyes filled with mutual fascination.