"Oh, really? But I bet Mr. Evans has seen his fair share of the world, hasn't he?" she teased.

Peter was taken aback and wasn't sure how to respond to her witty remark.

Mark's face darkened, but he made no fuss. Instead, without answering her question, he said to Cecilia, "Let's have Chinese food."

“I don't mind," Cecilia shrugged carelessly.

She looked a lot more at ease than she was on the wedding day. It seemed her pain had been healed in just three days, and their relationship didn't matter to her anymore.

This realization made Mark feel very bad.

But he pretended that everything was okay because he wanted to have a good conversation with her.

Perhaps intentionally, he ended up taking her to the same restaurant they ate at in the past and even booked the same private room that they once occupied.

Mark once put an amulet on her arm in this very room.

Cecilia was so emotional that she almost cried. But she quickly held it back and assumed a normal demeanor.

Mark was very gentle and considerate to her.

And Cecilia also enjoyed her meal. Neither of them mentioned the unpleasant past, or perhaps they were both thinking about how to start talking about it.

Mark himself didn't eat much.

Halfway through his meal, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

“My throat has not been feeling well recently. Put out the cigarette please," Cecilia said.

So Mark did just that.

Then he put his arm around her shoulder and asked her in a whisper, “Have you been crying these days?"

Obviously, he wanted to talk about the events that occurred on the wedding day.

Cecilia gently put down her cutlery and said, "Yes, I admit I cried many times, but no matter how many times I cry, it wouldn't change anything."

“Cathy is dead," Mark suddenly mumbled.