Peter chuckled, thinking Mark had a penchant for public displays of affection.

Rising around 9:30, Cecilia prepared for her day and headed to the set.

As soon as she stepped on, her assistant leaned in, murmuring, “Elaine's acting high and mighty today. She's slated for several scenes, some with you. Yet, out of the blue, she's taken two days off. It's not even that time of the month for her. Who does she think she is, just taking time off without prior notice?"

Cecilia's brow furrowed.

Elaine, taking unexpected leave?

The timing struck her as oddly coincidental, aligning with Mark's trip to Zameau.

Lost in thought, Cecilia resisted the urge to message Mark. She had faith in him, believing he'd uphold his integrity.

Yet, a nagging suspicion persisted.

If Elaine had indeed traveled to Zameau, Cecilia was prepared to do something.

For her, the bond with Mark held more weight than any accolade or stardom.

She couldn't bear the thought of Elaine keeping pestering him.

Having reached her decision, a weight seemed to lift off Cecilia's shoulders.

In the evening, the weather forecast issued a warning of a category 10 typhoon approaching several nearby cities.

Concern for Mark gripped Cecilia.

She decided to take the initiative and called him, saying, "The wind's getting dangerously strong. It's not safe out there. Mark, maybe you should come back tomorrow."

Mark wasn't one to risk his life needlessly.

Having just returned from the construction site, he and Peter had already booked two rooms in a hotel.

Standing by the window, gazing at the fierce wind outside, Mark replied softly, "Alright; take care of yourself while I'm not there for you. Keep an eye on Edwin and Olivia as well; Olivia has a habit of kicking off her blanket."

Cecilia agreed, though the phone signal wasn't the best.

Despite the frequent separations, she missed him intensely at this moment.