Time stretched on before a faint smile emerged...

That night, he dispatched a generous message to Cecilia, wishing her luck on her blind date and offering apologies for the incident the previous night.

Cecilia responded with silence.

Reviewing the message, a wave of embarrassment overcame Mark, prompting him to set his phone aside.

Just as he prepared for sleep, the door creaked; a figure tiptoed in, burrowing under the covers and snuggling into Mark's embrace.

It was Edwin.

In a gentle tone, Mark inquired, “Want to sleep here?"

Without a word, Edwin clasped Mark's waist, seeking comfort.

Silence resumed as Mark stroked his son's hair.

Sometime later, assuming Edwin asleep, Mark was startled when the boy murmured, “Mommy doesn't care for those men."

With a rasp, Mark replied, “I know.”

A relieved sigh escaped Edwin before he succumbed to sleep.

Bathed in moonlight, Mark's gaze rested on his son, his thoughts wandering to Olivia and Cecilia.

Yet, resentment lingered.

He refrained from seeking Cecilia out, learning through Edwin of her continued misfortunes in love, which oddly soothed him.

One day, a knock heralded his secretary, who announced with a smile, “Mr. Evans, a Mr. Simon Lewis wishes to speak with you."

Simon Lewis?

Realization dawned on Mark; Simon was the director of Cecilia's new play. Anticipating a financial appeal, Mark entertained dual motives: a chance to invest and an opportunity to see Cecilia.

Returning Simon's call, he offered cordially, "Please excuse my earlier distraction. How about this? I'll have Cecilia deliver your check soon. Yes, our paths cross frequently."

Post-call, Mark's spirits noticeably lifted.