Grinning, Mark pressed a light kiss to her neck before stepping away to address Peter in the living room.

Since her call time wasn't until 10 a.m., Cecilia savored the extra moments in bed.

After a brief conversation, Mark and Peter moved to an adjoining room.

Returning alone, Mark presented breakfast along with the familiar medicine from the night before. Pulling a face, Cecilia protested, "I haven't even brushed my teeth."

"Drink first, then brush," he countered.

She continued her playful defiance, which made Mark chuckle.

He set the medicine aside, drawing her close and brushing strands of her long black hair from her face.

As their lips met once more, he murmured, "I've already taken care of brushing your teeth."

Shaking her head, Cecilia thought he was such a charmer.

A flicker of jealousy passed through her as she wondered about the other women in his life.

Without voicing her thoughts, she playfully nipped at his neck.

Before leaving, Mark checked on the kids and issued some instructions to the helps.

There was a contradictory emotion within Cecilia; she felt a certain frustration when he was around, yet a hollow longing in his absence.

Flopping onto the pillow, she snapped a selfie and sent it his way, captioning it, “Missing you already."

Elsewhere, Mark had just settled into his car when his phone buzzed into life with a message.

Gazing at Cecilia's message, a contented smile formed on his Lips before he pocketed the device.

Trying to catch a glimpse, Peter saw nothing and quipped, "Must be from Cecilia, right?"

Mark leaned back, his demeanor unruffled.

Raising an eyebrow, Peter probed, “What happened after your last fight? How did you make up?"

Mark's eyes met Peter's as he answered firmly, "That's between Cecilia and me."