Female NovelFlora frowned in confusion. She couldn’t figure out what Mark was up to. As sensitive woman, she keenly sensed that Mark had a deep relationship with this Cecilia. For a while, Mark even neglected her…
Then, out of the blue, Mark reached out to her again.
But he only ever showed her affection when they were in front of people. In private, he wouldn’t so much as touch her.
When she didn’t move, Mark urged, “I said, answer it.”
Flora had no choice. She picked up his phone and said in a soft, charming voice, “Hi, Miss Fowler. Your Uncle Mark is playing a game of poker in the club. Why don’t you come over and join us?”
As soon as she heard the woman’s enchanting voice, Cecilia’s breath quickened.
She couldn’t say anything. After a while, she could only hang up helplessly.
Mark was about to play a card when his hand stopped…
Then he smiled and said, “See, the girl can’t hold on for long, but she always call me. It’s so annoying.”
He was smiling, but his eyes were filled with unfathomable coldness.
Mark played late into the night before finally getting in the car with Peter. The latter asked, “Where to, Mr. Evans?”
Looking out the window, Mark was lost in thought.
After a while, he ordered in a low voice, “The apartment.”
At the end of the day, he couldn’t resist returning to the place filled with bittersweet memories, and as expected, Cecilia was still there.
She had fallen asleep at the dining table.
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Standing at the door, Mark felt so guilty. He thought Cecilia was so silly. How long did this girl wait for him? She didn’t even wait in her room and had fallen asleep leaning on the dining table. Did she like him that much?
He went over and gently scooped her up, but she awoke as soon as he touched her.
Her eyes filled with tears at the sight of him.
She wanted to call him “Uncle Mark’, tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn’t dare to make a sound. She just looked at him, silently begging him for an explanation.
Mark’s heart ached.
He carried her to the sofa, squatted down, and stroked her head. He said gently, “Cecilia, don’t wait for me anymore.”