Female NovelRemembering Mark’s fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford even a sip.
She gulped down the wine hurriedly.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Her cheeks were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even more enchanting.
Roger Medina, the initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening back.
He’d not only toyed with the Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will fully fund this play myself.”
Roger’s anxiety surged, mot over potential profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man renowned for his resilience.
Eager to invest but wary of the terrain, Roger observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim for the next project. Simon has an abundance of compelling scripts.”
Simon, regaining his wits, hastily concurred.
Roger exhaled in relief, though cold sweat drenched his back.
As Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control of the situation.
This apparent usurpation irked Cecilia.
In a silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to intervene proving futile.
The assistant’s glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history he shared with Cecilia.
Initially, Mark sought to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing her to indulge.
The wine, of decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate inebriation.
However, Cecilia consumed half a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll ensure she gets home safely.”
The assistant, though hesitant, acquiesced.
Once Cecilia was settled in the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead closed the car door behind Mark.
As the window ascended slowly, Mark’s gaze rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic long dress, clutching an overcoat.
Her profile was a blend of sophistication and innocence.
Touching her face, Mark felt its feverish heat.
Hearing Cecilia’s distressed murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her excessive drinking.
Having severed ties with Thomas, was she nursing a heartache?
A twinge of anguish gripped Mark, but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this solitary moment, it felt illicit.