When he saw how Mark looked, he said nothing and just stood there in silence, until Mark asked him, "Has she gone?"

Peter wiped the sweat off his brow and nodded.

"Yes, she left with Mr. Fowler."

Mark made no comment. He quietly went into the master bedroom and stroked the two cute stuffed animal that he had gifted Cecilia on New Year's Day which were still here in the house.

Then he sat down and said in a low voice, "Peter, now I think it was not bad after all that the wedding failed to happen that day.

Judging by the current state of my health, I think it's better for me to remain unmarried. If I got sick after marrying Cecilia, she would be very sad. Or if I... you know. How would she be able to move on with her life?"

Peter felt sad seeing his boss being so pessimistic.

He was about to tell him to cheer up, but Mark suddenly smiled and said, “Don't be scared. I promise I won't give up."

Mark felt he had to live at all costs and witness the birth of the baby.

It was said that the baby she was carrying was a girl. Mark would have liked to name her Elva, but that was already taken by Waylen's and Rena's daughter. He chuckled and thought he needed to pick another one.

In the plush confines of the black limousine, Cecilia and Waylen occupied the back seat side by side.

Cecilia clung to one side of the car and remained silent.

After an extended silence, Waylen, her brother, couldn't help but steal a glance at her.

“You know I don't bite, right?"

Cecilia inched closer, until she was right next to him.

Waylen gently cradled her head, resting it on his shoulder.

In the dimly Lit car, they were the sole occupants of the back seat, as if they had retreated to their childhood sanctuary.

At that moment, the entire world consisted only of the two of them.

Waylen longed to speak, but after careful contemplation, he held back his words.

Cecilia misunderstood his silence.