Turning on her heels, she dashed back upstairs.

Shaking his head, Korbyn spoke to Mark, “She’s a bit spoiled.

Don’t take it to heart.

Mark looked towards the upper floor and smiled.

“She’s still young; it doesn’t matter.

The butler set the table with wine and dishes.

Korbyn had spent hours dining and talking with Mark, yet he still couldn’t fathom the reason for Mark’s unexpected visit…

Peter assisted Mark into the car when it was well past midnight.

too much, Mark leaned against the back seat, contemplating his

little girl seemed clearly

felt a pang of guilt and

her but she didn’t

rings, he gently ended the

resided

clear of romantic entanglements,

she was

her love, yet

window, letting the breeze sober him

feigned composure and

were

by his family background,

names even

only Cecilia truly mattered to

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