Chapter: 1182
Later on, Mark took Cecilia to the counter and sat her down to watch him cook for her.
Despite not being skilled in housework, he felt elated to spend this time with Cecilia. Doing this simple task together brought him immense joy, far more than his usual activities at the club with friends or listening to Flora sing.
He recalled the time Cecilia had asked him why he hadn’t married yet.
Mark realized it wasn’t because of his busy schedule or his social status.
The truth was, he hadn’t met the right person until he found Cecilia.
Previously, he had imagined his future wife to be a capable and polished woman. But when he found his true love, she was nothing like his initial expectations. She couldn’t do much in terms of life skills, but it didn’t matter to him.
He adored her for who she was. The woman who called him “Uncle Mark” and could be both clingy and coy, yet ignore him when she was upset.
For him, it made perfect sense to love a woman like her.
Mark cherished Cecilia deeply. He treated her not just as his wife but also as a precious innocent little girl. Despite occasionally taking advantage of her in playful banter, he always gave in to her wishes and desires.
After their late-night snack, Cecilia noticed that Mark was quite tired, so she insisted on washing the dishes herself.
However, Mark didn’t want her to get wet and quickly took over the task.
He was significantly older than Cecilia, and he felt the need to compensate for her in other ways. Mark doted on her immensely, believing that when she was with him, she should experience a better life than she had at the Fowler’s house. If not, he considered himself an inadequate husband.
As the night passed, Cecilia now saw this place as her true home.
But not going back for the night meant she had to explain things to her family. Luckily,
Shelly came to her rescue, helping her sort things out.
In the middle of the night, Cecilia finished her phone call with her friend and returned to her bedroom.
Mark had already taken a shower and was now in a bathrobe as he lay against the headboard, seemingly asleep.
Seeing the tiredness on his face, Cecilia felt a pang of guilt. She decided to lie down beside him quietly, but he woke up as she lay down and gently pulled her into his arms.
He softly touched her waist and inquired, “You finished the phone call?”
Cecilia confirmed it, and he held her closer, their faces now inches apart.
Their rapid breaths and closeness seemed to stir their emotions.
He huskily whispered, “Shall we… do it?”