Occasionally, Mark received private calls but he declined any social engagements with friends like Charlie.

If any were necessary, his assistant Peter would handle them.

Mark seldom attended such events, especially with Cecilia, as he deemed them unsuitable for her.

Cecilia inquired about these gatherings, to which Mark would simply say it was not appropriate for a young girl.

However, he gave her freedom in dealing with her own friends, trusting her judgment.

During their free time, Mark took Cecilia skiing and to witness the mesmerizing aurora, making that period the sweetest time of their lives.

As the year end approached, Mark’s schedule became busier and they hadn’t seen each other for several days.

Despite the distance, Cecilia laid on her bed, talking to him on the phone, playfully coquetting like a little girl.

In the background, a faint sound reached Mark’s ears—the sound of Juliette crying.

Concerned, Mark couldn’t help but inquire, “What’s wrong?”

replied,

downstairs, only to find her brother, Waylen, standing

left

amidst her tears, called out

have

downstairs, her

the

a picture of six-month-old Alexis, whose brown hair and flawless skin made her

the image, Cecilia covered her mouth in awe, whispering,

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touched by the fact that her granddaughter was safe

asserting,

she resembled your brother, she’d be destined

dare marry her when she grows

cast a gentle yet reproachful

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