The car belonged to Flora, who was accompanied by her new boyfriend for the night. They intended to spend it together.
Noticing Cecilia from a distance, Flora instructed the driver to stop the car.
The car came to a halt, and Flora gracefully stepped out, her slim waist swaying. She said kindly, “Why are you wandering around outside in the middle of the night? Let me take you home. Otherwise, if your Uncle Mark finds out tomorrow, he might blame me for being incompetent.”
Disgust welled up within Cecilia upon hearing these words.
She continued walking forward.
At that moment, a handsome young man alighted from the car and wrapped his arms around Flora’s waist, inquiring, “Who is this?”
Cecilia turned around.
Flora cozied up to the man, her smile taking on a coquettish charm. “What? Are you really that naive? Isn’t it normal for men and women to mingle? Am I supposed to be loyal to Mark? Besides, since you came into the picture, he hasn’t laid a finger on me. I believe I can have some fun with other men.”
Cecilia’s breath grew unsteady.
What did Flora just say? Mark… Mark wasn’t with Flora?
Cecilia couldn’t fathom why Mark had lied to her.
Sensing Cecilia’s doubts, Flora decided to be somewhat helpful.
Approaching Cecilia, Flora straightened her clothes and said with indifference, “It’s been a while since Mark and I were together. I’m well aware that he has no feelings for me, despite my dream of becoming his wife. This time, he came back to me but there was no intimacy, so I know he won’t marry me. He won’t even touch me, so it’s clear where I stand.”
They were no strangers to intimacy.
Mark’s lack of interest in Flora indicated his lack of affection for her.
Cecilia stood still, looking at Flora as she murmured, “Why are you telling me all this?”
“Because I feel sorry for you.”
Flora smiled, her gaze full of pity. “Look at you. He must have shattered your heart. Alright…
I painfully revealed the truth. If you want to know everything, ask Mark directly. Only he knows what he’s thinking.”
After uttering those words, Flora wrapped her arms around her young companion and shared a passionate kiss.
Then, the two got back into the car.
As the driver started the car, Cecilia rushed over and stopped it. Flora and her companion were lost in their embrace in the backseat, and the sudden braking really startled them.
The driver said apologetically, “Miss Fowler stopped the car.”
Ignoring the awkward situation, Cecilia opened the car door and squeezed into the vehicle, making her way to Flora’s side.
The ambiance grew exceedingly awkward.
Flora’s clothing lay in tatters, baring a substantial expanse of her skin.
The man’s attire appeared disheveled and unkempt.
“Take me to the airport,” Cecilia uttered in a rigid tone.
Flora’s face turned pale with anger. “Do I owe you anything?”
Cecilia remained resolute, refusing to budge from her seat.
The man smiled and placated Flora, “Just give her a ride.”
He held great affection for Flora and secretly hoped that Cecilia’s presence might prompt Mark to reconsider, granting him a chance with Flora. Each had their own motivations in mind. The driver directed the car towards the airport.
Throughout the journey, Cecilia wept, consumed by the thought that Mark might be facing undisclosed troubles.
As Flora busied herself with reattaching her clothes, her desire for any intimacy vanished, dampened by Cecilia’s constant tears.
Late into the night, with no flights available, Cecilia sat alone in the lounge, clutching a ticket for the earliest departure to Czanch on the following day.
She could have gone home first.
But impatience gripped her and she chose to sit and wait here.
The idea of calling Mark crossed her mind, but she hesitated, fearing that he might not answer.
In the distance, a group of people passed by.
Seven individuals surrounded a handsome man, making their way toward the VIP passage.
The man glanced around and noticed a young woman sitting alone in the empty departure lounge, her sorrow evident from her posture.
From behind, she bore a striking resemblance to Cecilia.
But why was Cecilia here? Would she cry once again tonight?
Mark stood there silently for a long while until Peter’s reminder broke his reverie, “Mr. Evans, the private plane is about to depart.”
With a deep sigh, Mark averted his gaze and hastened into the VIP passage.
Back in Czanch, Mark found himself caught up in an emergency meeting, which kept him occupied throughout the morning.
Only by noon did he manage to return home.
Lunchtime approached and the servants bustled about preparing the meal. Mark inquired from the staff and learned that a guest from Duefron was coming to visit. Zoey was elated and even brought out vegetables she had grown herself.
Aguest from Duefron…
Mark speculated that it might be Eloise. He lit a cigarette and made his way towards the kitchen to greet the visitor.
However, as he made his way there, he froze.
There, on the stone bench, sat his little girl, engaging in lively conversation with her mother while they prepared vegetables for cooking.
The scene triggered a poignant sense of nostalgia, evoking memories of beautiful times from the past.
Mark’s eyes welled up with emotion.
Momentarily lost for words, he locked his gaze on Cecilia. He realized she was wearing the same clothes he saw her in at the airport last night. It dawned on him that she was the very person he encountered there, waiting throughout the entire night.
What a fool she had been! Cecilia had patiently waited at the airport throughout the night just to catch the earliest flight to see him.
bore an immense sadness within, though he concealed it behind a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm smile. “Hello, Cecilia. Are you here to keep
up at
looked at her quietly for a prolonged moment before taking
Mark and explained, “I ran into her on the street, so I brought her back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning with nothing on her, so I couldn’t leave
provoke Mark to
on Cecilia. After a while, he spoke slowly, “Let her stay in the
Cecilia away to the designated
they left, Zoey gazed in the direction of their departure and
enter the east
the bedroom door
with melancholy. “Why are
pressed against the door,
phone to call Peter. “Book
sentence, Cecilia took hold of his hand,
grew stern. “You
seeing him like this, Cecilia felt scared, but she gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told
fixed his gaze on
silence, he smiled gently. “Do you believe the words of an
she knew
pressed her
to
on the
Smith… They were all pragmatic. You know what’s different about you? Unlike them, a young and inexperienced woman like you isn’t after my status or wealth. You love me with all your heart and that’s something I find refreshing. By the way, have you forgotten the first time we were intimate? It was in the hospital when Rena’s fate weighed heavily on my mind. I didn’t know if Alexis would survive and the stress was
Mark started unbuttoning
Do you crave a man’s touch so desperately? Fine, I’ll indulge you once. Then you better dress yourself and leave. Return
Cecilia’s buttons and subjected her
she slapped him
Cecilia pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings for
his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to like you, would you have willingly thrown yourself into my arms?
fool! I merely wanted to have sex with you.
pinned Cecilia to the bed, she wept
eyes as well but he continued to speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume responsibility
down
him to stop
retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as if determined to take things
to bear it any longer, she slapped him
buried her face
flushed with embarrassment. He lay there despondently, covering his eyes with his
of the bedsheet, Cecilia’s graceful figure remained concealed, adorned with marks left by Mark
welled in Cecilia’s eyes, flowing
emotions were a blend of sorrow
prolonged silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and
return here. Listen, Cecilia, I
moment, her sobs grew
there for an extended period, slowly curling
no appetite, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside
mustered the strength to sit up and started dressing
she diligently put on her clothes, gradually getting
rose from the
have your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange a car to take you to
moment, she slapped his hand
“I’m fine. I can manage on
hand froze in mid-air, hesitating for some time before finally lowering it. He
best that she decided
Even if he saw her off,
instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never be together again, and she
It was the end.
merely another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love
at this moment that she harbored
that he had loved her once
Cecilia opened the door, she found Zoey
matter? Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have taken care
Cecilia’s hand and invited her to
the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully replied,
intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark
the three of them shared
unusual silence enveloped the
continued to flow and Mark had no appetite. He walked to the window, pulled out a
the driver to take her to
gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for a long
His heart ached.
finally found the right girl and wanted to
wastroubled and left with little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both her son and Cecilia. Her curiosity sparked a desire to inquire further, yet eventually she decided to hold back her
had arrived to pick
he entered the scene, he could sense the tension and deduced
“Miss Wilson is in the car. I came to
Mark’s expression changed slightly.
in college,
place
also came into the picture. Encountering an old
spent
convinced that she had been covertly
tremor passed through
to instruct Peter on something when Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would bring joy
knew well that her son’s only concern was Cecilia, thus her enthusiasm was
didn’t even offer Cathy
unperturbed by the lack of hospitality. In a soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, my apologies for causing
he maintained
exchanged a
understood the unspoken
this moment, Peter was on edge, full of admiration for Mark’s ability
must
Cathy was the spy they had been
his men working in that foreign company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent a message on his
“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”
returned with a smile, acting as if nothing had
a
entered the car
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