Female NovelAfter all, Edwin was their shared child and she saw no reason to reject his offer to financially support their son.
At least, that was Rena’s advice.
Rena reasoned that if a woman couldn’t have the man she wanted, she should at least secure his financial contributions.
For instance, when Rena broke up with Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her grew exponentially. ?
Yet, Mark had complicated matters.
Despite Cecilia’s aptitude as a top student in business school, the intricacies of the documents left her feeling somewhat overwhelmed.
Observing her countenance, Mark noticed that she looked better than before; her face no longer as gaunt.
Curiously, he mused that despite her not being particularly young, she had always retained a plump visage, likely due to her carefree and less contemplative nature.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
However, at present, her forehead creased with concern.
Mark faintly smiled, realizing that solving these matters might not come easily to her sharp yet inexperienced mind.
He found pleasure in witnessing her like this.
With grace, he proceeded to cut the fruit.
In the past, during their secret rendezvous in this very place, he had always looked after her, for she could barely manage anything but please him. Though he couldn’t do much now, if she were to stay, even just to read the documents… he couldn’t resist the desire to care for her again.
With utmost care, Mark meticulously handpicked a selection of fruits, cutting them into bite-size pieces and arranging them on a plate, which he then extended towards her.
Cecilia stole a fleeting glance at him.
In turn, he gazed back at her quietly and reassured, “I haven’t added anything untoward in there.”
In truth, he had witnessed her dining with someone at an upscale restaurant in the evening, but through the glass, he noticed her eating very little. It appeared that the food failed to suit her palate.
Cecilia indulged in a few pieces of fruit.
As she nibbled, her cheek swelled adorably, charming Mark’s heart.
He then said gently, “There are ingredients in the fridge. Allow me to prepare a meal for you.”
Setting aside the document in her hand, she uttered softly, “Mr. Evans, we are over. Apart from Edwin, there’s nothing left between us. Let’s not pretend to be what we once were. It’s unnecessary.”
Mark donned an apron.