Exasperated, Mark affectionately scolded him as a rascal.

Outside the gates of Evans Gardon, Edwin discreetly handed the servant some hush money to ensure that Cecilia remained unaware of Vanessa's presence.

Then, he laid eyes on Vanessa.

In the chilly weather, she was clad only in a thin wool dress.

Her legs were exposed to the biting cold.

Her typically composed visage had reddened from the unforgiving weather, presenting a pitiful sight.

Yet, Edwin's heart remained as unyielding as iron.

He furrowed his brow and questioned, "Vanessa, what's the purpose of all this? You claimed it was a mere collaboration, but your actions suggested something entirely different. Who's at fault here?"

Vanessa's voice quivered as she replied, “You never mentioned reconciling with Laura!"

In the dimness, Edwin lit a cigarette.

“Our affairs have no bearing on you!"

Suddenly, Vanessa took a step closer and embraced him before he could react.

Her entire body pressed gently against his.

She gazed up at him and softly uttered, "Did you spend the night with her, Edwin? Whatever she can offer you, I can, too! And I'll do it better!"

Drawing closer, she attempted to kiss him.

However, Edwin pushed her away.

He had always been straightforward, even in his dealings with women.

“Vanessa, do you intend to undress right here and now? Don't you think you're making a spectacle of yourself?"

Vanessa's patience reached its breaking point.

She exclaimed, "Of course, I'm well aware of how undignified this is!