Mark smiled softly, letting her long hair cascade around her, and whispered in a hushed tone, "Let's go take a bath, Mrs. Evans."

Cecilia playfully requested to be carried.

Mark effortlessly lifted her, planted a kiss on her lips, and whispered, “I'll pamper you while I still can carry you."

It was their wedding night, after all.

Just like most lovers did, they passionately made love all night. As they indulged in pleasure, their moans echoed through the walls of their room.

*

Two years quickly went by.

It was the star awards ceremony in Duefron.

Cecilia was on the stage, clutching the "best actress" award in her hand.

The host extended congratulations and then inquired with a grin, "Mrs. Evans, you've achieved such a significant award in such a short span.

What are your plans for the future?"

Cecilia stood before the microphone, the trophy still in her hand.

She gathered her emotions and met Mark's eyes.

Sitting below the stage in a dapper suit were Mark and their two adorable children. Seeing them, Cecilia felt an instant wave of tranquility wash over her.

Gazing at Mark, her beloved, Cecilia spoke in a hushed tone, "First and foremost, I'd like to express my gratitude to the entire crew, the jury, and all the viewers who have supported me. As for my future plans, perhaps I'll be moving to a new house and residing in a different place, cherishing moments with my family."

Her eyes radiated love.

It was far more intense, outshining even the dazzling stage lights.

Because in her eyes, there was someone she held ever so dearly.

Following a brief pause, the host warmly welcomed Mark to join them on stage.

Mark gracefully rose from his seat and made his way to the stage.