Why had he moved back here?

Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation.

Cecilia couldn't bear to stay any longer.

She rushed to the door, desperate to escape the painful memories of her relationship with Mark.

However, as she opened the door, Mark was standing there.

He had changed into casual clothes.

He still maintained his signature style but had lost so much weight.

He looked at her, taking in the tears at the corners of her eyes, and softly asked, “Cecilia, do you still love me?"

Cecilia looked at him with trembling lips, her emotions running high.

She held her belly and leaned against the wall, finally uttering, “iihat's the point of asking me this?"

She did love him, but her feelings were overshadowed by resentment.

Mark closed the door.

He crouched down to put on a pair of slippers and offered her another pair. It was at this moment that he squatted down.

It was a humbling posture.

Cecilia hesitated to move her feet but he gently Lifted her foot.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Stay for lunch. I'll cook."

Cecilia was reluctant.

"I'm going home."

Mark, still crouching, placed a pair of slippers on her feet, maintaining his gentle demeanor. He said, “The driver has gone back, and it's not easy to get a taxi here. I'm worried about you. Please stay. I'll drive you home after Lunch."

Cecilia stood still while Mark changed her shoes for her. When he was done, he stood up.