The car roared to life, and they drove in silence for some time.
Suddenly, Mark took Cecilia’s hand in a gentle grip.
She glanced at him, and he softly asked, “Are you upset?”
With a smile, Cecilia responded, “I’m not at the point of being angry yet.”
She used to feel jealous often, but a conversation with Rena had shifted her perspective. She believed that no matter how many women vied for her man’s attention, as long as he remained loyal to her, there would be no cause for concern.
Smiling back, Mark released her hand, “You’re incredibly gracious.”
Cecilia snorted lightly.
The episode was quickly forgotten as Mark drove to Yarmose’s coastal area. The open-air market bustled with fresh seafood stalls and barbecues, emanating irresistible aroma.
Previously, Mark had held a prominent position and seldom had the opportunity to visit such places.
Now, he could go out with Cecilia and the children, relishing the sea breeze and indulging in delectable cuisine. It was a novel experience for him.
He thought of getting an ice-cold beer but Cecilia interjected, “Don’t have that.”
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Instead, she poured a glass of water and held it in front of his face.
He glanced at his wife and took it. As he drank, Olivia angled for a sip. In turn, he fed her half a glass of water and a small bowl of seafood risotto.
In the distance, torches ignited, signaling the start of a local festival.
The atmosphere was effervescent.
After dinner, Mark gave Olivia a piggyback ride while holding Cecilia’s hand.
And Edwin frolicked in the sand.
At intervals, Edwin chased the waves and Olivia begged to be set down. Obliging, Mark patted her playfully.
Cecilia rested her head on Mark’s shoulder, tightly gripping his arm.
At this time, she felt an intense sense of happiness.
She whispered, “I wish every day could be like this.”
Mark wrapped his free arm around her waist and smiled. Looking up, she questioned, “Why don’t you object to me coming to shoot dramas?”
“Because you’re destined to be a star,” Mark replied without hesitation.
Softly, Cecilia countered, “I don’t aim to be a star.”