The crimson maple leaves blazed before him, and the landscape ahead teemed with life.

Rena watched him in silence.

What she refrained from mentioning was that she would never develop affection for him. If she had truly fallen in love with someone else, it would have happened many years ago with Zack.

Waylen returned discreetly.

Rena lightly grasped Waylen's arm and remarked, “That's very gracious of you, Mr. Fowler."

With a composed countenance, Waylen responded, "Likewise, Mrs. Fowler."

Mark and Cecilia's wedding banquet took place at a renowned hotel in Duefron.

The hotel was a refurbished palace.

It was well-preserved for quite an old structure.

The reception consisted of eight tables, each intimately arranged for the two families, with a harmonious atmosphere.

It was a serene and enchanting affair.

Their wedding night was spent in a luxurious hotel suite. The room was adorned with lush red roses, and a collection of gifts graced the center.

Cecilia, in a crimson wedding gown, delicately removed her shoes, revealing her rosy soles.

Seated on the carpet, she began to unwrap the boxes.

After seeing the guests off, Mark returned to the suite, where he discovered a pair of dainty feet.

His eyes smoldered with desire as he reached to unbutton two shirt buttons. He approached her from behind, leaning in to whisper, “Did anything catch your eye?"

Cecilia rested against his shoulder, her voice soft as she replied, “You startled me."

Mark chuckled.

He settled beside her and accepted the gift from her hand, recognizing it was from a client.

It was undeniably extravagant.