After a prolonged moment, Mark inquired, "Are you here to visit Lexi?"

After a moment of contemplation, Cecilia replied, "Yes, she's much better now. They might discharge her from the hospital tomorrow."

Mark was about to say something but, just then, Peter emerged from the elevator, visibly surprised to see Cecilia. As a senior figure in the workplace, he swiftly regained his composure and greeted her with a smile, "Miss Fowler.”

Cecilia acknowledged Peter with a nod and turned to Mark.

"I'll leave if there's nothing else.”

However, Mark grasped her hand firmly, urging her to stay, “Wait a minute.”

Peter discreetly averted his gaze.

Cecilia attempted to free her hand from Mark's grip but his strength held her captive.

"Let's talk,” Mark said in a hushed tone.

Eventually, they found solace in a tranquil teahouse. Peter secured a private room and stood guard outside dutifully.

Inside the secluded chamber, Mark personally served tea, setting aside his usual reliance on others, displaying his passion for the art of tea-making

He placed a cup before Cecilia, urging her to taste it.

Cecilia demurred, saying, "I'm not fond of tea."

Mark's indulgent smile graced his face as he gently said, “Ah, | forgot that you prefer milk tea and fried chicken...”

Cecilia observed him quietly.

He was just as gentle and refined as she remembered.

Once upon atime, she had reveled in his presence but now she wanted to avoid dwelling on such memories.

She coolly questioned, "Mr. Evans, is that the only reason you brought me here?"

Undeterred, Mark went to the mini-fridge, fetched a drink for her and offered it.

However, Cecilia declined.

He thoughtfully placed a straw in the drink and said softly, "Cecilia, I've always wondered how you've been faring these past two years."

At that moment, Cecilia's heart skipped a beat.