Female NovelTurning 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.
Having consumed a bit too much, Mark leaned against the back seat, contemplating his plan to return to Czanch the next morning. However, the little girl seemed clearly upset with him.
He felt a pang of guilt and thought he should do something.
He tried calling her but she didn’t answer. After seven rings, he gently ended the call.
A dull ache resided in Mark’s heart.
In truth, individuals like him should steer clear of romantic entanglements, especially with someone so young.
Despite his desperate denial, and his insistence to others that she was merely a junior, he couldn’t deny the different way he treated her.
He couldn’t offer her love, yet he still yearned for her…
Mark rolled down the window, letting the breeze sober him up. After a prolonged silence, he feigned composure and remarked to Peter, “How embarrassing!”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Numerous women were drawn to Mark.
Some enamored by his family background, others captivated by his appearance…
Some of their names even escaped his memory.
But only Cecilia truly mattered to him.
They never engaged in any intimate relations or established a formal relationship.
They had merely had lunch together and she had dozed off in his hotel suite. Their lips had met in a single kiss.
But the way she called him Uncle Mark, it was so… hard to forget.
Mark had not heard from Cecilia in a long while.
When Rena got pregnant, the Fowler family approached with a marriage proposal. Mark assumed Cecilia would accompany them. After all, she also cared for Rena.