Female NovelPeter had a knack for reading Mark’s mind. After guessing what was on Mark’s mind, he refrained from adding more words.
By nine o’clock in the evening, the private jet touched down.
An hour and a half later, Mark was back at the villa.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
In the hallway, there was just a single wall lamp still lit.
Surrounded by the gentle, golden light, he sensed the warmth of home.
A sweet home with Cecilia and Edwin.
Mark removed his coat and gazed around the villa adorned with decorations from a while ago, and his heart warmed with nostalgia.
He made his way upstairs and headed straight to the child’s bedroom.
Edwin had dozed off. While sleeping, he remained perfectly still, lying on his side with his small body snugly wrapped under the quilt.
Only half of his soft face was visible. His brown hair had a shiny, vibrant color.
Mark perched on the bed’s edge, loosened his shirt and leaned down to plant a kiss.
Edwin remained asleep, but he murmured something in his dream.
Mark watched over him tenderly for some time.
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At last, he carefully tucked Edwin in and returned to his bedroom, where Cecilia was still engrossed in her tasks.
Perched on the couch in her white robe, Cecilia was absorbed in a script.
Her slightly wet hair was draped down, and a fresh scent emanated from her.
She had just stepped out of a shower.
Mark eased the door shut, speaking softly.
“It’s late. Are you still going over your lines?”
Cecilia lifted her gaze to him.
Delight flickered in her eyes, but she kept it subtle, not wanting to reveal too much.
Leaning against the doorframe, Mark undid the buttons on his shirt and grumbled, “I’m completely worn out!”
He had a talent for handling relationships with women.
Revealing vulnerability would often evoke women’s sympathy, and Cecilia, at the very least, felt a bit concerned.