There was no sound from inside, and since the door remained closed, the servant took the hint and headed downstairs to attend to Edwin.
The room was enveloped in darkness.
Cecilia rolled over and nestled in Markâs embrace, his arms damp with sweat.
As she shifted, Markâs fingers grazed her lips, questioning, âAre you hungry?â
A blush tinged Ceciliaâs cheeks.
She pulled the blanket over herself and nodded with a soft smile.
âSure.
Go and check on Edwin once more.
His wound is bothering him.
Put some ointment on it.
â
Mark leaned in and planted a ki*s on her.
He still had plenty of energy and a desire for another round, but he restrained himself and whispered, âHave you been holding back for a while?â
Ceciliaâs anger flared, and she responded by kicking him.
At that point, Mark rose to dress himself.
Clutching his wrinkled shirt, he suggested, âIf youâre feeling off, a shower might help.
â
He descended the stairs and fetched some food for her beforehand.
Then, he attended to Edwin.
Upon his return, Cecilia had already freshened up with a shower, and she was now multitasking, reading the script while enjoying her meal.
Mark sat beside her, took a bite, and asked, âSo, youâre serious about joining the entertainment industry?â
Cecilia didnât even lift her gaze.
âIâm just Looking for something to keep me busy.
â
Mark gently caressed her head and remarked, âItâs nice to have something to occupy your time.
â
After a thoughtful pause, Cecilia met his gaze and ventured, âDoesnât it worry you?â
After all, the things within the entertainment industry were complicated.
His lack of concern caught her off guard.
Mark grinned.
âIt could be drawn into two main aspects.
One involves money, and the other pertains to desire.
â