"I'm not dumb.

I graduated from a prestigious Ivy League school and can speak four languages !"

During this time, Mark got a few more plushies.

With a mischievous tone, he asked, "So, Mrs. Evans, you're quite good, huh?"

He made a pun.

She understood his intended wordplay. While she recognized that she should have felt embarrassed or irritated, she didn't want to be upset when he referred to her as Mrs. Evans.

Mark glanced at her.

He could really read her Like an open book. Her arm had been wrapped around his waist the whole time, and he vowed to spend more time with her whenever he had the opportunity.

The subsequent days passed peacefully.

Mark only sporadically talked to Laura on the phone.

His business continued to thrive.

Meanwhile, Cecilia was engrossed in her filming. Luckily, her work took place in the same city, allowing Mark to pick her up whenever he had free time. Their evenings were dedicated to private, intimate moments after tucking their son in.

Mark was lustful, and Cecilia was more than willing to oblige.

Almost every night, she would end up pleading for mercy.

Also, Mark, being cautious, ensured he used protection.

Obviously, he weren't ready for another baby just yet.

However, Cecilia believed that given Mark's age, if they intended to have another child, they should do so soon. On top of that, she thought a new baby might bring joy to their family, especially since Edwin desired a little sister.

Pressing his ear against his mother's belly to check if his Little sister was already growing in there was kind of their morning routine now.

And Cecilia found it both amusing and endearing.

One morning, as Mark was shaving in the bathroom, Cecilia decided to share her thoughts with him. He asked, "You want a child?"