She stood there, staring at him with tears in her eyes.

Seeing him like this in the kitchen reminded her of the past.

Several years ago, when their relationship was still a secret, they had a small home on Garbon Road. Every time he came home, they would make out and have sex.

After that, she would fall asleep from exhaustion.

But he would go into the kitchen and cook all kinds of delicious meals for her.

The amount of sweetness they had in their relationship back then was equal to the degree of hatred she had for him now.

Just then, Mark turned around and saw her looking at him.

Cecilia quickly acted as if she had not been staring at him.

"Do you have a headache?" Mark asked.

But Cecilia ignored his question and walked closer to him.

“Why do you have the key to my apartment?" she asked calmly.

"I have a duplicate key. It's convenient in case I need to take care of Edwin," Mark replied.

Cecilia was furious and she retorted, “Take care of him? Like abandoning him for someone else's child and not even realizing he was missing?"

Mark's face turned pale.

But he didn't say anything in response. He just continued to make breakfast.

Yet, Cecilia went on, "Give me the key now. In the future, anytime you wish to see your son, call me in advance. Don't come here anytime you like just like this. It's very inappropriate and not respectful at all."

But Mark didn't want to surrender the key.

So she reached into his pocket to search for it. Immediately, Mark's body stiffened.

He grabbed her hand and pinned her to the kitchen counter. He was trying his best to control himself.

"Stop touching me. Or I won't be responsible for what happens next," he warned her.