“Oh, really? I disappointed our son. You care about him, so you are blaming me. How can I not feel that you've been treating me so coldly these past few days?" he said softly.

He had such a way with words that rendered Cecilia speechless.

Within that moment of silence, Mark pulled her even closer, tightening his embrace.

After a long time, he whispered, "Cecilia, you can blame me and even hit me for it. Just don't disappear out of the blue and alienate me.

I'm willing to do anything for you and the kids."

His words touched Cecilia's heart.

After a while, she patted the back of his hand and said, “Okay. I don't blame you anymore."

Slowly, Mark's lips curled upwards.

He knew that Cecilia was softhearted. At the same time, she didn't blame him only because she was being magnanimous.

She wasn't the same person as before after all.

For a moment, he missed the past. Back then, they were able to communicate openly with each other.

It was all his fault.

When Cecilia was in her youth, he didn't give her a home.

“Sleep here tonight," he told her as he checked the time.

“There's a small bed inside. It should be big enough for Edwin and Olivia to sleep."

Since Cecilia knew Edwin wanted to say, she nodded and agreed.

Mark then pulled her closer and nibbled the back of her ear.

"You sleep beside me."

Cecilia pushed him away and shook her head.

"I will sleep on the sofa. It's much more spacious there."