She was an adorable sight to behold.

Mark slowly reached out his hand and brushed Olivia's cheek with his finger. Then, he bent down to kiss her.

Just like what Cecilia had said, her fever had gone down.

Mark exhaled a sigh of relief. Then, he realized that it was no longer appropriate for him to stay in Cecilia's bedroom.

While Mark badly wanted Cecilia for himself, he also didn't want others to gossip about her. After all, she was already in a relationship with Thomas. If ever they broke up in the future, the reason must be because they weren't right for each other, not because she had an unusual relationship with her ex-husband.

As Mark gazed lovingly at Olivia's sleeping face, he couldn't help but feel the softness of her skin before turning around to leave.

This surprised Cecilia.

Before he could cross the threshold, he turned around and said, “Thomas may come later. It won't be convenient for you if I stay here, which is why I'm leaving."

Upon hearing this, Cecilia's hands balled into fists.

She looked up at him, wanting to say something, but the words never came. In the end, she decided to give up and keep quiet instead.

Mark, on the other hand, stretched out his arm, wanting to touch her head as gently as he did before-both as an elder and as a lover.

But after a while, he thought twice about it and put his hand down.

As he made his way downstairs, the soft light of the morning sun passed through the glass window and fell on his back. From afar, Cecilia just stood and watched him Leave.

She knew what he was thinking.

He also understood her intentions.

They were under the same roof, and yet, they couldn't get close to each other.

They had shared so many memories, but they had to cut them off and force themselves to forget them and move on.

“Mark," Cecilia called. She sank her head as though she was unable to face him.

“Take... Take good care of yourself."

Upon hearing this, Mark's body froze.