When she got out, Mark was still sat on the sofa, looking at her.

A shaft of sunlight pierced the glass window behind Mark, bathing him in a golden light. Although she could not see his expression, she thought that at this particular moment, he looked absolutely dashing.

“Let's go have breakfast," he told her before standing up.

Before he could take another step, Cecilia stopped him and said, “Mark, there's something I want to talk to you about.”

Mark already had an idea what she was going to say. After thinking for a while, he returned to the sofa and sat down.

Cecilia, on the other hand, remained standing by the door of the cloakroom.

She took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts. Then, she finally said, “Last night, I was drunk. No matter what I did, that shouldn't have given you an excuse to take off your clothes and lie down with me. Mark, we're both adults. We both know that what happened last night doesn't change a single thing."

"So what are you trying to say?" Mark asked coldly.

"I'm saying what happened last night can only happen once. It can never, and will never happen again," Cecilia answered definitively.

Mark pouted his lips and looked away.

He closed his eyes, and then, after a while, he said softly, “If this had happened before, you would cry and ask me to take responsibility."

Cecilia was about to retort when he suddenly stood up.

"I see your point. Anyway, go have breakfast."

Although his demeanor was still gentle, Cecilia could feel that his tone wasn't the same as before.

At the same time, she wouldn't compromise her stance no matter how mad Mark got.

While they were having breakfast, she looked up at him and said, “We'll stop at the pharmacy on the way later."

Mark glanced at her before replying, "You're on your safe period.”

“still, I'm worried."

After saying that, Cecilia grabbed her glass of milk and swiveled it gently.

"Our relationship as it stands is already very complicated.