There was no reason for her to ask him to keep his integrity.

“Do whatever you like," she said vaguely.

She was about to leave the car when she felt Mark's palm on his shoulder.

When she turned to look at him, she saw his red eyes.

"I'm serious," he told her.

"Cecilia, I'm sorry for making you sad again. My mom always said that no matter what, if you cry, then it's all my fault.”

Hearing this, Cecilia bit her lower lip.

She wanted to say something unpleasant in response to him.

However, Mark was acting so gently towards her that she found it difficult to be mean.

Besides, it was rare for them to find themselves at peace with each other. It seemed that what Waylen had said to her earlier also worked.

As she looked at him, Cecilia remembered what Mark had told her last time they had a proper conversation. He said that he wasn't young anymore.

He was afraid that things might be too late.

As this thought crossed her mind, the corner of Cecilia's lips began to quiver. After a long time, she opened her mouth and stuttered, "We... we..."

Her face was starting to turn pink in embarrassment.

Mark, on the other hand, knew women very well.

Although Cecilia had only said a few words, he could already feel that she was about to compromise.

How could he embarrass her?

A man should be gracious. Besides, all of this was his fault anyway.

So, he didn't make her finish what she was about to say. Instead, he tucked away a lock of her hair behind her ear and said, "Didn't you say that you want to eat something? I've already book us a table. If we don't go in now, it might close soon."

At the mention of this, Cecilia's body relaxed.