He contemplated moving back to Czanch once the Duefron company was stable, envisioning reuniting with Cecilia and their children.

Meanwhile, Peter consumed his meal, thoughts drifting towards the visitor earlier.

He remarked, "Miss Shaw was here. It seemed she wanted to apologize to you, but I turned her away."

Mark almost forgot about her.

The mere mention of Elaine momentarily clouded Mark's demeanor. Mark confessed, “I prefer Elaine stays away. Cecilia believes there are numerous women Like Elaine and argues it's futile to address each one."

Peter quipped with a grin, "Cecilia seems quite gracious nowadays.

Mark shot a pointed look at Peter, commenting, "Gracious? It's evident my allure isn't what it once was. In the past, her jealousy would flare at the slightest provocation. Now, she even interacts with Elaine in the same film set."

Amused Peter added, “And don't forget, Cecilia and Flora remain close."

Mark's expression turned sour.

Placing his spoon down firmly, he uttered, “Peter, that's a topic I'd rather not discuss."

Mark whispered more to himself than anyone, “I haven't interacted with Flora in ages."

Seeing Mark's evident discomfort, Peter tried to Lighten the mood by serving Mark more food, jesting, "I'm aware of that. You've become quite reserved lately."

Mark begrudgingly accepted Peter's offering...

The subsequent day, as lunchtime approached, Mark and Peter sat together.

Peter unveiled the lunchbox, beaming, "Seems Mrs. Evans has prepared something else today."

Mark surveyed the dishes and noted some distinct variations.

The presence of lean meat dishes was conspicuous.

Taking a bite, he frowned, remarking, "This wasn't prepared by my mother today. Perhaps she took a day off and let the servant handle it. The meat is overly chewy and undercooked."

Ever the flatterer, Peter grinned, replying, "Your palate is truly impeccable. I doubt even the renowned food critics on air could rival you."

The duo conversed with ease.