Female NovelCecilia’s words ended in a sigh, her spirits low.
Her coldness wasn’t cruelty, but the armor forged from enduring repeated disappointments.
Mark had kindled hope in her, only to extinguish it time after time.
She no longer dared to love him, opting instead for the safety of mediocrity.
Mark’s gaze remained fixed on the road ahead. An empty stomach, neglected during lunch, troubled him, but he was determined not to reveal any frailty before Cecilia.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
After a weighty silence, he declared, “I’ll take you back to the film set.”
“I drove myself,” Cecilia countered, reaching for the car door.
In a sudden motion, Mark restrained her.
“Don’t leave.”
Turning, Cecilia met his profound gaze. He appeared composed, betraying no sign of the considerable effort he’d exerted to halt her departure.
After an intense, wordless standoff, Cecilia whispered, “Release me.”
Complying, Mark eased his grip.
She alighted from the vehicle hastily, as though pursued.
Once the car door shut, Mark gingerly placed a hand over his abdomen.
He remained still for a moment before retrieving a pill from his pocket and downing it with water.
He delayed his return to the company until his discomfort subsided.
Peter, sensing Mark’s sour mood, refrained from any provocations. As his workday concluded, he approached Mark, suggesting, “It’s time to fetch Edwin. He’d be thrilled if you did.”
The mention of Edwin lightened Mark’s spirits.
Upon collecting Edwin, the young boy, schoolbag in tow, bounded from the car where Zoey awaited.
“You’re all sweaty, boy. Go freshen up. I’ve made ice cream for you,” she directed.
Edwin, cheeks flushed, complied, washing up before settling down with his treat.
Zoey fanned Edwin, her keen eyes flickering between the father and son.
Mark was off; she could tell.
Disheveled, he discarded his coat onto the sofa, seemingly devoid of energy.