Mimicking Mark’s tone, Zoey gestured near her ear, “Oh, someone phoned me last night, claiming he wouldn’t return home… Needed to “take care’ of Cecilia, he said. Worried I’d fuss over a drunken Cecilia showing up here.”

Edwin nearly choked on his ice cream.

Peter, just entering, was seized by laughter.

Zoey shot her son a sardonic glance.

“Look at yourself. Is wooing the woman you fancy more challenging than your former job? At Least you applied intellect in your professional duties. With Cecilia, it seems you’re all talk, no heart. Consider your age, and hers.”

In the past, Mark might have mocked himself.

But today, irritation got the better of him; he remained silent and retreated upstairs to his study.

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Angela’s Library

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