However, having encountered many opulent items before, Cecilia's enthusiasm waned. She soon abandoned the unwrapping of gifts and turned her attention to Mark.

His white shirt remained impeccably crisp and smooth.

As he drew nearer, a subtle hint of aftershave clung to his body.

His skin radiated warmth.

Cecilia observed him for a moment, and Mark was well aware of her gaze. He embraced her, positioned her feet on his legs, and tenderly massaged them while asking in a gentle tone, “Are you tired?"

"I'm not too tired."

Cecilia locked her eyes onto his.

She couldn't help but admire his handsome features.

After all, he had always been exceptionally good-looking.

Mark looked around and said in a low, husky voice, "I'll run some hot water. Let's take a bath together then."

Cecilia rested her head on his broad shoulder.

Mark caressed her head, placing it gently in his arms. He didn't mention about the bath anymore. ALL that mattered to him was enjoying their first night together as a married couple.

Cecilia snugged his waist quietly.

She whispered in a soft tone, "We've been together for years, haven't we, Uncle Mark?"

Mark gazed down at her, gulping at the thought of what she said.

“Almost ten years."

On that peaceful night, a sudden question crossed his mind.

“Cecilia, have you ever regretted it?"

Cecilia pondered for a moment and then nodded.

"Yes, I have. But I can't get over you."