“Yes, they left with their mother," Mark replied with a faint smile.

Judging from the forlorn look on Mark's face, Peter guessed that Thomas had also showed up. He flashed a comforting smile and said to Mark, "Next time, you should take the two kids back to the villa.

Mrs. Evans misses them a lot."

Mark looked up at him and grinned.

“You really are good at cheering me up."

After that, Peter waited until Mark finished his dinner. Then, they went back to the villa by car.

After taking a shower, Mark changed into a black bathrobe and lay on the bed-the same bed that he and Cecilia used to sleep on at night.

In this cold, lonely hour, he longed for her presence.

He missed her and her body so badly.

For two years, he had been sick, and during that time, he had remained celibate.

Mark sat up and leaned his back against the headboard. Then, he opened the drawer and took out a photo frame.

Inside it was Cecilia's photo.

This photo was taken in Evans Gardon. Back then, the weather was good, and the wisteria flowers were at full bloom. He was sitting behind the stone table, drinking tea, while she had her arms wrapped around his neck, her face as radiant as the sun.

Everything was great between the two of them back then.

The more he reminisced, the more Mark missed her.

He guessed that she must be lying on the bed right now, so he called her.

After a few rings, Cecilia answered the phone.

“What's up?" she answered, her voice sounding hoarse and cold in the night.

"Is Olivia asleep?" Mark asked gently, his voice almost a whisper.

"Yes," Cecilia answered as she looked at Olivia who was beside her.