Female NovelIn this secluded setting, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel nervous, her shyness palpable as they shared their intimate moments.
She possessed beauty that captivated Mark but he realized she might not fit into his world seamlessly.
Tenderly, Mark gently touched her head and said softly, “Cecilia, I’ve mentioned before that I’m too old for a young girl like you. To me, even socializing serves a purpose — I can’t simply relax.”
Suddenly, his voice turned hoarse as he uttered, “Don’t have feelings for me.”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Despite the moment’s warmth, Mark’s words came across as a rejection, causing unintentional pain.
Refusing to lose face, Cecilia fought back tears and feigned strength, retorting, “I don’t have feelings for you.”
In truth, she just tried to tell herself that the kiss meant little to her.
Mark, though relieved, felt a twinge of disappointment but he quickly masked it with his experienced demeanor.
After saying farewell to his classmates, Mark’s decision to leave surprised Charlie, who questioned, “Are you leaving already? We’re waiting for you to draw a card. The game is set.”
Politely but firmly, Mark declined the invitation and departed with Cecilia.
As they sat together in the car, both were troubled and a heavy silence hung between them.
Finally, Mark lit a cigarette, seeking some solace for his troubled state of mind.
In a soft voice, Cecilia offered, “Let me drive. I’ll take you back to the hotel.”
Mark was taken aback.
In his dating experience, especially with women from well-off families, most tended to have a certain temper and would often take advantage of situations to demand things from him.
Cecilia’s simplicity and innocence were truly a rare treasure in Mark’s eyes.
The two of them changed their seats.
Ina serene manner, Cecilia skillfully guided the car into the hotel’s underground parking lot.
Waiting there was Peter, who had patiently anticipated their arrival. As the car halted, the scent of alcohol reached his nose, and he greeted them with a smile. “Ah, you’ve had quite a bit to drink. Thank you, Miss Fowler.”
The wine Mark had consumed started to take its toll with a delayed effect.
Although he didn’t notice it before, now his feet felt a bit unsteady.
Peter sought Cecilia’s help, requesting her to avoid any unwanted photographs.