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His eyes shifted briefly towards the door before returning to lock onto her face. Softly, he inquired, “Why haven’t you returned home for two years?”

A faint smile graced Cecilia’s lips as she responded, “What concern is it of you, Mr. Evans? If I had chosen not to return surely I must have been occupied elsewhere… What right do you have to meddle in my affairs?”

Occupied…

Mark’s eyes revealed an enigmatic depth.

His hand reached out, tenderly grazing her face, evoking a shudder throughout her entire being.

Even her teeth chattered involuntarily.

“Do my touches repulse you? Have you found someone else?” he queried in a subdued tone.

A pallor swept across Cecilia’s face.

Gazing intently at him, she clenched her teeth and replied, her words tinged with defiance, “Yes.”

In that instant, Mark’s eyes darkened.

He loosened his grip on her.

Cecilia struggled to maintain her composure. “Could you please release me now? Mr. Evans, you are a man of charm and I’m certain there is no shortage of women vying for your attention.”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

“Mr. Evans? Cecilia… Once upon a time, you used to call me Uncle Mark.”

“In my youthful naivety, I failed to understand things better.”

Cecilia placed her hand on his chest, exerting gentle pressure as she pleaded, “Rena will be here soon. Release me, I implore you. Let us maintain a modicum of decency in parting ways.”

Mark relinquished his hold on her.

With a firm grip on the doorknob, she clenched her teeth, summoning her strength to open the door. Behind her, in a raspy voice, he murmured, “Cecilia, are you truly forsaking me? We can resurrect our former bond. You may refer to me as Uncle Mark once again, and I will watch over you.”

He had always owed her.

He believed that if she found her true love, he would offer his blessings. But before that, he wanted to look after her.

He would be prepared to grant her every desire.

Cecilia raised her head ever so slightly, her restraint palpable, before finally uttering in a hushed tone, “No. I have no need for it.”

She would never forget the events of the past.

She had embarked on a secret journey to Czanch, intending to surprise him, only to be ensnared by kidnappers.

Alone in a darkened room for 36 agonizing hours, she endured thirst and denied even the simplest bodily needs. Bound to a chair, she suffered in such a manner…

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