Female NovelCecilia could have said something to provoke Mark.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
But… she chose not to.
Instead, she stared at him, and her eyes welled up with unshed tears and turned red.
Mark felt a pang of regret, but he found no words to offer her solace.
After a prolonged silence, Cecilia spoke softly, her voice tinged with hurt.
“I’m not as good as you, Mr. Evans, having so many confidants.
Those were the words of a wounded heart.
In the presence of an outsider, Mark chose not to respond.
Albert was sensible.
“I’ll wait you in the car. You two should sort out this misunderstanding.”
He smiled reassuringly and added, “Mr. Evans, it seems there’s a significant misunderstanding here.”
Then, with Edwin cradled in his arms, Albert made his exit.
Cecilia headed toward the door, too.
Mark reached out and clasped her hand. He said in a hushed tone, “Cecilia!”
She gently shook off his hand and whispered, “I’m leaving.”
Sensing her anger, Mark tenderly apologized, “It’s all my fault. Can you forgive your Uncle Mark, just this once Cecilia felt tears welling up, but she held them back.
Mark gently caressed her face, his concern evident.
“How is the baby?”
In the past, she might have lashed out at Mark and argued for a long time because he had hurt her deeply.
But now, he was ill.
Cecilia refrained from agitating him further. She reasoned that if she expressed her anger, it might worsen his mood, subsequently affecting his health. She was inherently kind-hearted. Even she hadn’t really contemplated a future without him at the moment, she wanted him to stay healthy. So, despite her pain, she suppressed her grievances and replied, “The baby is fine.”
Then, she met his gaze.
Mark’s face appeared pale and gaunt.
He looked back at her, a soft smile playing on his lips, tinged with a hint of melancholy.