After saying that, Mark felt bad.
He stood up and went to the terrace to call Peter.
After a few simple words, Mark hung up the phone.
When Mark came back, he found Cecilia leaning against the sofa and in a daze.
Mark walked over and held Cecilia.
He gently moved her so that her head was resting on his abdomen.
He asked in a tentative tone, âDo you regret making up with me?â
Cecilia didnât say anything.
She and Mark both knew that Edwin wasnât well.
Edwin felt that Mark didnât love him.
He also thought that, in Markâs heart, he was never as important as Laura.
This matter affected the atmosphere at home.
At night, Cecilia didnât want to sleep in the same bed as Mark, so she took the children back to the Fowlersâ house on that very Saturday night.
Unexpectedlyâ¦
Waylen was in the Fowlersâ house, but Rena and her children werenât there.
Seeing Waylen, Cecilia felt a little scared.
Crossing his long legs, Waylen looked at Cecilia and snorted, âWhat happened? Did you two fight again?â
Cecilia was too abashed to say it.
She carried Olivia to the sofa and grunted, âNo.
â
Waylen held Olivia in his arms and lightly pinched her chubby face.
He replied casually, âI knew you two would fight about the same thing again.
Cecilia, you already have a son and a daughter.
Broaden your perspective.
Donât think about getting married.
You two can Live together and separate when necessary.
Itâs actually perfect.
â
Descending the staircase, Korbyn happened to hear this.
Korbynâs face darkened.
âWhat the hell are you teaching your sister, Waylen? Keep your misguided ideals to yourself.
You donât need to spew them all over Cecilia.
â
Waylen didnât get angry.
Instead, he chuckled.
âI think she agrees with me, though.
â
Korbyn couldnât believe it.