Female Novel“Cecilia really is breathtaking, isn’t she?” Flora blurted out.
At then, she couldn’t help but look back at Rena, thinking that she was just as pretty as Cecilia.
Rena smiled and was about to say something but stopped when she saw Mark from a distance. He was talking with other people in a corner while holding a glass of champagne.
Under the crystal chandelier, his gentle face was flawless.
He was wearing a black and white classic suit that made him look extremely regal.
Looking at his physique, Rena couldn’t help but think how rare it was for people from the political and business field to keep such a good figure for so many years.
On the other side, Mark had also seen Rena.
With a glass in his hand, he approached her.
But before he could come close, a couple happened to pass by, and the three of them bumped into one another.
“Mark,” Cecilia uttered, her voice almost inaudible.
Mark was holding up Cecilia’s body as he helped her regain her balance. Then, he turned to Thomas and said, “She’s still as careless as a child.”
Thomas coughed at his fist and forced himself to smile.
What could he say?
At that moment, Cecilia became nervous. She knew Mark like the back of her hand. She knew he said those words with a purpose in mind.
The more magnanimous Mark acted, the more irritated Cecilia became.
Why was Mark doing this? Why did he appear in front of her and act so calm and composed?
Mark looked at Cecilia with a quiet gaze.
His eyes were calm and tender, like a loving elder. At the same time, his look was informed by the tumultuous history between him and Cecilia. They had been a couple for many years and even had two children. When Cecilia reciprocated his gaze, she couldn’t bring herself to be as cool and collected as him.
Meanwhile, Thomas looked at the two of them and felt like a third- wheel.
To make his presence felt, Thomas held Cecilia’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
For a second, it made Cecilia shudder.
She wasn’t used to being intimate with Thomas.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Mark’s eyes fell at their clasped hands, and the sight of Cecilia’s soft hand holding another person’s hand made his heart twitch.
Despite what he felt, Mark kept silent. He knew that he had no right to prod.