Mark clasped Edwin’s hand and shared a parting kiss with Olivia, who eagerly reciprocated.

“We’re heading out,” Mark murmured, his warm breath grazing Cecilia’s ear, eliciting a slight shiver.

Her eyes lifted to meet his.

He raised a hand, gently caressing her shoulder and back, his voice a soft prompt.

“Try to get some rest.”

Before she could muster a retort, Mark had whisked Edwin away.

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