Exhaustion was evident on Mark as he stood there.
He hadn’t changed from the day’s attire, his blue shirt and pants layered under a black coat.
He didn’t walk in immediately. He positioned himself at the door, gazing quietly at Cecilia.
Cecilia turned to him and said, “Please come in.”
Nonetheless, he extended his hand and delicately brushed her cheek.
He softly remarked, “You’ve lost quite a bit of weight in days.”
She moved to the side.
Mark entered and glanced around.
“Where’s Edwin?”
“My brother took him away.” Cecilia assumed Mark hadn’t had a chance to eat or freshen up. She fetched him slippers, then went downstairs to whip up a pack of instant noodles, adding two slices of ham.
“Just make do with it. My brother is probably mad at you. He’s not going to feed you.”
Her voice was a soft murmur in the night.
Mark removed his trench coat and settled in front of the tea table, taking a seat.
He hardly ever indulged in instant noodles, but Cecilia would have them from time to time.
She lacked cooking skills, so she Likely consumed quite a bit when she was away from home in the past few years.
Before digging into his meal, Mark quietly inquired, “You’re also upset with me. Why bother feeding me?”
He half expected her to stay quiet, but a slight smile crossed her face.
“Getting mad at you is one thing. You’re Edwin’s dad, after all.”
Mark’s brow creased.
He found her response unsatisfactory. After taking a bite, he couldn’t resist asking again, “Am I merely Edwin’s father? What happened to your future husband?”