Female Novel“Peter, I’m sorry you had to witness this.”
Peter warmed up some alcohol for them.
Always good at lightening the atmosphere, he said with a smile, “Cecilia is younger. Mr. Evans, it’s natural for you to treat her better.”
Mark coughed and muttered, “You’re getting more and more talkative.”
He turned to Cecilia and spoke softly.
“Take off your coat. Otherwise, you’ll catch a cold when we leave
Peter continued naturally, “See, Cecilia, Mr. Evans adores you the mostContents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Cecilia’s eyes shimmered with emotions. She quipped on purpose, “That’s because he’s getting old!”
Mark was putting food on her plate. When he heard her complaint, his actions paused.
A gentle smile played on his lips, and he whispered in a low voice that only they could hear, “It seems I haven’t been serving you well. It’s all my fault. I promise, I will make it up to you tonight.”
Hearing his flirty words, Cecilia thought he was truly shameless.
Their relationship had endured numerous hardships, and they no longer needed to hide their feelings. Peter was lightly teasing at the table, and Cecilia didn’t react.
However, Mark could sense that she didn’t mind it.
Mark wasn’t a callous man. The more tender she was, the more he felt guilty.
He knew he owed her a great deal.
After a while, he took out an amulet and placed it in her wallet.
But surprisingly, he found that in the wallet, there was an older amulet that he had given her many years ago.
As he stroked it, Mark remarked in a soft voice, “You still keep it.” Cecilia remained silent, but her glistening gaze betrayed the storm of emotions within her. She realized that the reason she had agreed to have dinner with him tonight was that she longed for an explanation.
Seeing that the atmosphere was conducive to a more intimate conversation, Peter discreetly excused himself.
In the private room, Cecilia lowered her head and asked, “What do you mean?’
Mark’s voice remained gentle, as if he were speaking to a cherished junior, “What do you think?
However, Cecilia found his answer not clear enough.
She looked up at him with determination and asked again, “I don’t know! Mark, tell me honestly, over these years, have you ever thought of me? What kind of feelings do you have for me? Is my love for you one-sided, or do you love me as much as I love you?”
Although her voice quivered, she managed to express what was on her mind. She thought she was ready to hear his answer.