That night, Mark reached out to Rena.

“Cecilia might seek your company. Please, be there for her. Indeed, I'm the cause of her distress."

As Mark hung up the phone, Charlie leaned over and patted his shoulder.

"I'm really sorry. What if I ask Cecilia out some other day? Then perhaps you can explain things to her?"

Mark craned his neck upwards and stared at the night sky.

It was a picturesque scene, with stars dotting the heavens.

But even so, Mark thought that Cecilia was much more beautiful than this.

He returned to the room to get his jacket and car keys. As he was about to leave, Charlie and the others anxiously asked him to stay.

“Play a Little longer!" they pleaded.

Mark flashed them a faint smile.

"Cecilia is still mad at me," he explained.

"I can't leave her alone."

Charlie burst into laughter and slapped the back of Mark's shoulder.

"Make sure to take care of her, okay? After all, she did give birth to two children for you."

Upon hearing this, Mark's smile faded a little.

When he left, he didn't even glance at Flora.

Although Flora no longer had a personal relationship with Mark for a long time, he still occupied a special place in her heart. To her, Mark was the man she longed for the most. So, for him to leave without even acknowledging her made her heart sink.

Charlie returned to the table and put down the cards, causing a soft clatter.

With a smile, he said, "People's feelings are wonderful, aren't they?

You're not worse than Cecilia. It's just that you and Mark weren't meant for each other. Besides, Mark is a complicated man. A woman like Cecilia suits him perfectly."