In a hushed voice, she added, “I'm hanging up now. You should also get some rest."

Mark couldn't resist one last quip, "I'll head back tomorrow morning once the winds settle."

He wanted to get back to her before she head to the set just to steal a few alone time with her.

Cecilia understood his intentions and blushed slightly.

"No, it's not like we're newly in love. We've been together for so long; the novelty has faded."

Mark teased, “What? Are you saying you're not fond of me anymore?"

As they continued their playful banter, an unexpected knock echoed at the door of his hotel room.

Mark stared at the door.

"It should be room service," he told Cecilia over the phone.

"I just asked for some cold medicine."

“I see," Cecilia replied.

"Go to bed early tonight."

There was a softness in the way she talked to Mark-a softness he missed very much.

“I'll go back tomorrow morning," he replied in a hoarse voice.

After some hesitation from both sides, the two hung up the phone.

As Mark opened the door, a waiter pushed a small dining cart inside the room.

Aside from cold medicine, there was also a meal.

Seeing this, Mark frowned.

"I didn't order any food."

"Mr. Garcia ordered it for you," the waiter replied with a smile.