In his arms, he playfully lamented in a low voice, “It's been so long, I almost forgot what it feels Like."

Their last intimate moment had been nearly six months ago, and Edwin, being a normal man, naturally longed for closeness.

Laura, nestled in his embrace, quietly suggested, “Let's wait until we go back to Duefron! Then..."

Edwin responded gently, “Shall we move back together when we return?"

Laura remained silent, feeling it was too soon to make such a decision. Edwin kissed her tenderly, murmuring a compromise, “Then I'll move back to that apartment, and pick you up on weekends."

She didn't resist this idea.

Edwin, now comfortably a part of the Garcia family, dropped everyone off late that night.

Meanwhile, Mark lingered in the living room before heading upstairs.

Cecilia, having taken a bath, sat thoughtfully at her dressing table.

Mark approached, embracing her shoulders, offering silent comfort.

Cecilia broke the silence, musing, "They've been together for a while, haven't they? Did they break up before, fearing my anger?"

Mark openly shared all the details of their son's relationship with Laura.

Cecilia listened, her emotions complex and layered.

Mark, sensing her potential distress, gently comforted her, “The kids have been headstrong. I apologize, Cecilia."

Cecilia leaned into his embrace, reflecting for a moment before speaking.

“I was headstrong in my youth too. If I hadn't been, our paths might never have crossed. If I condemn them now, I'd be denying my own past. It wouldn't be fair to Edwin and Laura."

Their love, genuine and profound, mirrored that of Edwin and Laura's.

Realizing it was their son who had pursued Laura first, Cecilia saw no reason to hold the poor girl accountable for it.

Mark encircled Cecilia in his arms, creating a serene bubble amidst the city's vibrant fireworks display.

In their quiet world, Mark held his wife close, a comforting presence as she leaned on his shoulder.