He responded with an intensity, their connection palpable and fervent.

Their passion led them to the bedroom.

The clothes were scattered all over the floor.

Cecilia felt a mix of emotions. Mark, known for his discipline in personal care, had shown a completely different side in bed.

She felt the weight of their connection but also a desire for some space.

Mark, however, still seemed lost in the moment, wrapping her close and seeking her attention.

"I'm sleepy," Cecilia murmured, her eyes heavy.

His playful nibble on her shoulder earned him a stern look.

“Do you want a replay of our conversation about Elaine just so I can get some rest?"

He sensed her fatigue and slight irritation.

She was jet-lagged, and the night had been long.

Gently, he drew her into a close embrace, kissed her forehead and whispered, "Rest now."

Despite the lingering summer heat, Cecilia felt comfortable nestled against him, her steady breath signaling her relaxation.

When Mark thought she was deep in slumber, he quietly got up, intending to check on Olivia. But Cecilia's voice, still filled with drowsiness, halted him.

"Stay- I need you here."

Mark could only smile and reassure her.

The soft moonlight painted the room in a silvery glow, and Mark couldn't help but marvel at the sight of Cecilia.

There was a newfound depth in their relationship, a stability born out of growth and understanding.

Reflecting on their journey, he realized that a younger Cecilia might not have given him a second chance.

By early morning, while Cecilia continued her restful slumber, Mark quietly checked on Edwin, ensuring the child was comfortably tucked in.