"What's on your mind?’

“Waylen seems odd today," Cecilia remarked with an air of concern.

Mark chuckled.

Waylen was known for his devotion to Rena, often returning home early from social functions, a practice some interpreted as maintaining his integrity.

However, Mark knew Waylen was simply attentive and devoted to his wife.

Pondering Waylen's relationship, Mark gazed at Cecilia.

"You always seem to trust me a lot; you never get jealous, do you?"

Cecilia gave him a meaningful look, clearing her throat.

"You've probably had your fill of adventures by now. I trust in your self-control."

Playfully pinching her cheek, Mark teased, "I'll demonstrate my self-control to you tonight."

Cecilia, feigning indignation, protested, “But I thought you were unwell, Stop bothering me all the time."

They were alone in the garden. Mark drew her close, his touch tender.

“Who else should I go to when you're the only one in my mind?" he whispered.

She blushed, lost for words but not for feelings.

She adored Mark, and loved how he cooked for her, his seriousness, and the vulnerability he showed only to her.

Cecilia embraced him.

"We're really going to get married, aren't we?"

"Yes, we are," he confirmed, sealing the promise with a gentle kiss.

Nearby, Edwin quietly observed them with Olivia in his arms.

"The sun's too strong; you'll tan," Edwin remarked, but Olivia, flashing her white teeth, insisted, “Kiss. Daddy and Mommy are kissing!"