Cecilia's gaze lowered as she moved her head a little, her movements discreet. She murmured in hushed tones, “I didn't intend for that to happen."

Mark lightly patted her cheek and quipped, "This is yours. If you happen to ruin it, you're the one at a Loss."

His words stirred a hint of jealousy in Cecilia.

In response, she countered, “Are you absolutely sure it's not public property?"

Mark set aside the towel and studied her silently for a prolonged moment. Then, he playfully pinched her cheek and asked, “Are you still jealous? It's been exclusively yours for at least seven years."

Cecilia suppressed a laugh, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment.

Despite Mark's initial intent to tease, he settled for merely pinching her cheek and remarked, "I'm heading for a shower. Don't switch off the Light and get lost in your phone."

She nodded in response.

Mark rose from his seat, unbuttoned his shirt, and proceeded toward the bathroom.

Cecilia made her way onto the bed.

After a couple of restless turns, she eventually settled against the headboard.

Then she opened the nightstand to check if there were any books available.

Yet, it contained over ten different medications, neatly arranged.

She picked up two bottles.

The labels on them were inscribed in foreign languages. Cecilia possessed proficiency in multiple languages, granting her the ability to comprehend the text.

As she perused the labels, tears welled up in her eyes.

Despite reconciling with Mark, she had never shared the details of her life over the past few years with him.

He had endured hardships just as she had.

During her pregnancy with Olivia, Cecilia had been plagued by nightmares in which Rena called her with distressing news.

Thus, when Mark returned, Cecilia finally felt a profound sense of relief.