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.
a calm facade. With a cigarette held delicately in his hand, he approached Cecilia with a warm smile. “Hello, Cecilia. Are you here to
gazed up at Mark with
for
brought her back. It’s freezing outside. She was wandering alone early in the morning
didn’t provoke
on Cecilia. After a while, he spoke slowly,
away to the designated
left, Zoey gazed in the direction of
didn’t dare to enter the
open the bedroom door and gently
he pressed her against it, his voice now harsh and laden with melancholy. “Why are you following
asserted, her back pressed against the door, tears brimming in her
for his phone to call Peter. “Book a ticket
Cecilia took hold of his hand,
grew stern.
she gathered her courage to say, “I won’t leave. Miss Holt told me
his gaze on
“Do you believe the
conflicts, she knew she had to find out the truth today. She refused
pressed her shoulder
want to hear the
lips quivered, tears on the brink
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
resolve, Mark started unbuttoning Cecilia’s shirt as he continued
you want me to have you? Do you crave a man’s touch so desperately? Fine, I’ll indulge you once. Then you better dress yourself and leave. Return to Duefron. I no longer wish to play with a young girl like you.
and subjected
response, she slapped him across the
pleaded, “Mark, you have feelings for me,
a sneer, Mark pushed her onto the bed and began to kiss her. “When a man desires a woman, he’ll surely profess his fondness. If I hadn’t claimed to
merely wanted to have sex with you. Only you took it
to
speak mercilessly. “I’ve encountered many women like you. I’m merely enamored by novelty. Do you truly believe I would assume responsibility for
broke down in
him to stop
him away, she prevented him from continuing his advances. Yet, Mark retrieved a box of condoms from the bedside drawer, as if determined to take things to the
bear it any longer, she slapped him across the
the stinging slap, she buried her face in the
there despondently, covering his eyes with his
remained concealed, adorned with marks
eyes, flowing
blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her troubled
Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up
return here. Listen, Cecilia,
grew fainter,
she remained there for an extended period,
too embarrassed to face anyone
the strength to
put on her clothes,
rose from the
your lunch. Afterward, I’ll arrange
next moment, she slapped his hand
Cecilia replied, “I’m fine. I can manage on my
some time before finally lowering it. He
best that she decided
do? Even if he saw her off, what difference would it
the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never be together
It was the end.
affair, yet she had genuinely
at this moment that she
that he had loved her once
Cecilia opened the door,
smile, Zoey asked, “What’s the matter? Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have taken
invited her to join them
the kind
her son for a few seconds before saying, “If you intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car to take you to the
the three of them shared a meal
unusual silence enveloped the
continued to flow and Mark had no appetite. He walked
called the driver to take
stood there in silent
His heart ached.
right girl and
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,
to pick
scene, he could sense the tension and deduced
car. I came to pick you up. She insisted
Mark’s expression changed slightly.
was Mark’s junior in college, studying engineering just like
held the place of
Cathy also came into the picture. Encountering an old flame was an entirely different affair from
Cathy had spent three
he was convinced that she had been covertly
tremor passed
Cathy arrived. Having had a relationship with Mark in the past and acquainted with Zoey, she presumed that her presence would
that her son’s only concern was
didn’t even offer Cathy
lack of hospitality. In a soft voice, she addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, my apologies
but he maintained his composure and
exchanged a glance
the
for Mark’s ability to perceive
must have
spy they had been looking
company. Without hesitation, Peter stepped outside and discreetly sent
“Abduct Cathy Wilson.”
message, Peter returned with a smile, acting as if nothing had transpired. “Mr. Evans, Miss Wilson, it’s
gave a
the car
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