Mark, being both talented and a charmer, quipped, "My taste buds discern more than just food. They've also won over many women, including difficult ones like Cecilia."

Engrossed in their banter, neither noticed the figures by the door.

Cecilia, along with Mark's female secretary, had overheard.

The blood drained from Cecilia's face, a mixture of embarrassment and irritation evident.

The secretary, equally flustered by the situation, swiftly made her exit.

Cecilia, though intending to leave unnoticed, caught the eyes of the two men.

Peter, realizing the gravity of the situation, attempted to defuse it, saying, "Mr. Evans is just naturally charming, always full of sweet nothings. .

In her younger days, Cecilia would warmly address Mark as ‘Uncle Mark* and do wild things with him.

But hearing Mark discuss intimate matters so nonchalantly, a wave of discomfort and indignation washed over her.

Without a word, she turned and departed.

Mark's demeanor shifted from composed to anxious.

Dropping his food, he dashed after her.

His usually composed self now replaced with urgency, he was a sight for the onlooking secretaries as he frantically pressed the elevator button.

Inside the elevator, Cecilia tried to regain her composure.

Her cheeks still flushed, she replayed Mark's words, feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Each recollection brought a fresh tear, blurring her vision.

Upon reaching her car, Cecilia wasted no time in starting it.

The thought of facing Mark was unbearable.

Eventually, she drove to the seldom-used residence on Gamous Road, seeking solitude.

Cecilia ascended the stairs and nestled herself in bed, without bothering to change.