“Have you no shame?"

Despite her retort, Cecilia faced a hectic day ahead.

They planned a weekend visit to see Zoey.

Upon reaching the film set, Mark stopped the car, silently watching her.

Cecilia's patience waned.

Unfastening her seatbelt, she chided, “Enough already. I can't be glued to your side all the time. Don't you have a company to manage?"

Mark captured her hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her skin.

Cecilia had changed since their reconciliation.

Even in the heat of passion the previous night, she'd abandoned the endearment Uncle Mark, addressing him simply as Mark.

He ventured, “Shall I pick you up tonight?"

After a moment's thought, she declined, "No need. I'll have the driver take me home. My car's still at my brother's place."

However, Mark insisted, "I'll arrange for someone to deliver your car to the set."

Finding the proposal sensible, she acquiesced.

While Mark yearned for more time with Cecilia, she hesitated to maintain constant closeness, agreeing instead to a weekend rendezvous.

She exited the car and departed.

Mark, meanwhile, headed to his company.

Upon his arrival, Peter's expression lit up, though he quickly became speculative.

"Were you out all night with Charlie and the others?"

He'd noticed Mark's change of shirt.

Disregarding the inquiry, Mark shed his jacket, draped it over the sofa, and reclined.