Cecilia stared at Mark with a quiet intensity.

After a while, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "I think I have made it clear to you this morning. What happened last night was nothing more than a one night stand. Besides, it was just an accident. I didn't beg you to do it with me. You dragged me into the apartment by yourself.

Mark, the reason why I want to talk to you now is because you are Edwin and Olivia's father."

Mark looked away and crossed his arms.

After a long silence, he asked, "Was that a blind date a while ago?

Cecilia, are you really never going to get back together with me?"

The question made Cecilia's nose twitch.

She really didn't want to be in this situation. If possible, she didn't want to have anything to do with Mark anymore.

She didn't want to love him, nor did she want to hurt him.

The two of them stared at each other for a while, with Mark waiting for her answer with bated breath.

Finally, Cecilia opened her mouth.

“Yes. I don't want to get back with you now or in the future. Two years ago, we were over. I want us to remain over."

Cecilia's words ended in a sigh, her spirits low.

Her coldness wasn't cruelty, but the armor forged from enduring repeated disappointments.

Mark had kindled hope in her, only to extinguish it time after time.

She no longer dared to love him, opting instead for the safety of mediocrity.

Mark's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead. An empty stomach, neglected during lunch, troubled him, but he was determined not to reveal any frailty before Cecilia.

After a weighty silence, he declared, “I'll take you back to the film set."

"I drove myself," Cecilia countered, reaching for the car door.

In a sudden motion, Mark restrained her.