The darkness outside grew denser.

Mark quietly ignited a cigarette.

He knew that given his circumstances, it was best not to be entangled with Cecilia. He could not offer her a promising future. And he was way too old for her!

But their affair had left her heartbroken upon departure.

He had to ensure her safety.

Mark believed his mind to be as resilient as iron, yet after spending six months with Cecilia, her presence had softened him.

When she left, he realized he was unwilling to let her go.

But what could he do?

The following day, Rena chose not to go to Waylen's company, as Mark was expected,

In the morning, she took Alexis to the hospital before returning to the villa in the afternoon.

At two o'clock, Mark arrived.

He made no mention of Cecilia; instead, Rena shared with him some details she knew.

He engaged in playful activities with little Alexis, while casually listening to Rena's words.

At about five o'clock, he said his farewell, "I have to hurry back to Czanch. Gotta go now!"

Surprised, Rena questioned, "You don't even have time for dinner with us?"

Holding Alexis in his arms, Mark smiled faintly.

"I still have work to attend to! Perhaps next time!"

Rena sensed his melancholy.

However, he was unwilling to confide in her, someone who was his junior and she couldn't bring herself to ask proactively.

Mark kissed Alexis once more and walked away with determined steps.

He entered the car and sat in silence. The chauffeur softly inquired, "Mr. Evans, where shall we go now?"

Mark gently extended his palm, revealing a faint pink scar.