Preparing to open the car door, Cecilia felt her legs go weak.
She turned toward Mark and whispered, âThank you for giving me a ride home, Uncle Mark.
â
Mark rested his elbow on the window and smoked quietly.
After a while, he threw the cigarette butt away and said in a hoarse voice, âIâm too old for little girls like you.
â
Cecilia bit her lip and muttered, âIâm 27 years old.
Iâm no longer a little girl.
â
Mark wrapped his long, lean fingers around the steering wheel.
He smiled, a little in an amused way and a little in a mocking way.
âYou carry around those plushies and a small milk bottle with you.
Only little girls do that.
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Being teased like that, Cecilia ran away.
Mark didnât leave immediately.
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He sat in the car and smoked, watching Ceciliaâs slender figure disappear behind the black carved door.
He couldnât help thinking of someone to whom heâd once been close.
It was his younger sister Reina.
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Reina passed away way before her time, and she didnât get the chance to see her family again before she was gone, a fact that had since become a thorn in Markâs heart.
He thought of Rena, his sisterâs daughter and his niece.
Rena inherited the Evans familyâs distinguishing physical features and brown hair.
In terms of personality though, Mark thought that Cecilia was more like Reina.
No.
Cecilia was clumsier than Reina.
Lost in his own reverie, Mark forgot about the lit cigarette he had between his fingers.
He didnât notice that it had burned out until its ashes fell on his trousers.
What was wrong with him today? He just saw a naughty child.
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Why was he suddenly so sad?
After sitting around in his car for a long time, Mark drove back to the hotel and returned to his suite.
Inside, he found Peter pacing around like an ant on a hot plate.
Seeing that Mark was back, Peter quickly walked over to him and asked, âWhere have you been? Why did you go out alone? If something happensâ¦â
Mark sat on the sofa.
He was exhausted, but still, he maintained impeccable posture.
He was never one to slouch no matter how awful he felt.