In her heart, she knew that his sexual desire wasn't satisfied last night. He still wanted more.

However, Cecilia wasn't a little girl anymore. She threw the quilt off her body and jumped out of the bed without any cover. When she stood up, her feet slightly cramped.

She gnashed her teeth and called him an asshole in her mind.

Mark tried to carry her in his arms, but she pushed him away before he could touch her.

“I can walk by myself," she insisted.

With a faint smile, Mark sat on the sofa by the window. Then, he grabbed a nearby newspaper and began reading.

“Your clothes are in the cloakroom," he told her while reading.

"Change your clothes and freshen up."

Cecilia nodded and went into the bathroom.

After a while, Mark could hear the sound of her brushing her teeth from inside.

He then put down his newspaper and perked his ears, listening intently to the sound.

He hadn't enjoyed the mundane aspects of life this much for a very long time.

Cecilia quickly freshened up and went to the cloakroom to change her clothes.

She hadn't taken away her clothes when she moved out. Although they might be out of style, now she had no choice but to make do with them.

However, when she opened the door, she was stunned by what she saw.

To her surprise, the whole closet was filled with new clothes. Not only were they new, they were also from her favorite brands. On top of that, these clothes were fitted for her age.

One by one, she started sifting them, feeling their fabric between her fingertips.

As she did, a warm feeling spread in her chest that made her eyes moist.

Mark must have had prepared these for her in advance. But why? What was the point?

Cecilia changed her clothes silently and walked out.