The room was enveloped in darkness.

Cecilia rolled over and nestled in Mark's embrace, his arms damp with sweat.

As she shifted, Mark's fingers grazed her lips, questioning, “Are you hungry?"

A blush tinged Cecilia's cheeks.

She pulled the blanket over herself and nodded with a soft smile.

"Sure. Go and check on Edwin once more. His wound is bothering him.

Put some ointment on it."

Mark leaned in and planted a kiss on her.

He still had plenty of energy and a desire for another round, but he restrained himself and whispered, "Have you been holding back for a while?"

Cecilia's anger flared, and she responded by kicking him.

At that point, Mark rose to dress himself. Clutching his wrinkled shirt, he suggested, "If you're feeling off, a shower might help."

He descended the stairs and fetched some food for her beforehand.

Then, he attended to Edwin.

Upon his return, Cecilia had already freshened up with a shower, and she was now multitasking, reading the script while enjoying her meal.

Mark sat beside her, took a bite, and asked, "So, you're serious about joining the entertainment industry?"

Cecilia didn't even lift her gaze.

"I'm just Looking for something to keep me busy."

Mark gently caressed her head and remarked, “It's nice to have something to occupy your time."

After a thoughtful pause, Cecilia met his gaze and ventured, “Doesn't it worry you?"

After all, the things within the entertainment industry were complicated.