After finishing his work, Mark held onto Cecilia’s waist and fed her the tea.
Mark knew Cecilia well and had a way of persuading her to drink a bit. Cecilia found it hard to resist anymore. She obediently drank half a glass and asked Mark to drink the rest with a coy smile.
Appreciating Peter’s kindness, Mark drank the tea in one gulp.
He then picked up his coat from the back of the chair and said,
“Let’s go. I’ll take you out to eat, shop, and watch a movie.”
Cecilia took the opportunity to hold onto his arm.
Mark lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly. She was still acting like a spoiled child as before, but it was different now.
She would accompany him as his wife in the future.
Mark was a man of action and seldom said sweet words. Even when he was deeply moved, he simply gently held her fingertips.
A black Range Rover was waiting for them downstairs.
Cecilia looked at Mark and asked, “That’s what you drive in Czanch?”
Mark opened the car door for her and smiled.
“This is the new car I just got. Sometimes we will take Edwin with us, won’t we? This one is relatively spacious.”
Cecilia sat in the passenger seat, fastening her seat belt.
As she looked around, she noticed that there was a tissue box and a blanket in the car, both in her favorite light pink color. There were also children’s toys in the back seat, and even a bottle of perfume.
Cecilia picked up the perfume and sprayed a little.
“Aren’t you worried that people will think you’re childish?”
Mark chuckled.
” t’s a family car. I don’t chauffeur anyone else.”
His words were simple, but Cecilia found them endearing.
The Christmas Day was approaching, and although Czanch wasn’t as bustling as Duefron, it had its own lively atmosphere.
People were coming and going, and the aroma of food filled the air as it was dinnertime.
Mark parked the car and turned to Cecilia.
“What would you like to eat?”