Waylen ended up bringing home to a deal that wasn't in Mark's favor at all.

After this, Peter spoke to Mark, his emotions aflame.

It wasn't that Mark hesitated about the money.

Actually, he didn't mind whether the money was with him or Waylen.

Yet, there's this age-old tension between guys; always trying to one-up each other.

Waylen managed to swindle a hefty sum from Mark just over a few dinners. The more Mark thought about it, the angrier he became.

He found himself gloomy for days.

Cecilia noticed the change when she visited; Mark's gaze seemed off Touching her face, she questioned, "Is there something on my face.

After a moment, Mark inquired, “Do you remember all of your childhood?"

She thought he was just in a weird mood.

Cecilia returned to her script, answering casually, “Every bit of it.”

Scratching his chin, Mark remarked, “Then how come your intelligence seems so different from his? It shouldn't be this way."

Cecilia wasn't dense.

Recalling a conversation from the previous night, she put the pieces together.

Mark was obviously calling her silly!

Closing her script, she offered a faux grin.

“Looks like you're feeling better. The film crew is waiting for me; I should be heading to the set this afternoon."

As she moved towards the exit, her demeanor was serious.

Her fingers grazed the doorknob, but before she could turn it, a warm hand overlaid hers.

She could sense Mark right behind her.