Flora frowned in confusion.
She couldnât figure out what Mark was up to.
As sensitive woman, she keenly sensed that Mark had a deep relationship with this Cecilia.
For a while, Mark even neglected herâ¦
Then, out of the blue, Mark reached out to her again.
But he only ever showed her affection when they were in front of people.
In private, he wouldnât so much as touch her.
When she didnât move, Mark urged, âI said, answer it.
â
Flora had no choice.
She picked up his phone and said in a soft, charming voice, âHi, Miss Fowler.
Your Uncle Mark is playing a game of poker in the club.
Why donât you come over and join us?â
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As soon as she heard the womanâs enchanting voice, Ceciliaâs breath quickened.
She couldnât say anything.
After a while, she could only hang up helplessly.
Mark was about to play a card when his hand stoppedâ¦
Then he smiled and said, âSee, the girl canât hold on for long, but she always call me.
Itâs so annoying.
â
He was smiling, but his eyes were filled with unfathomable coldness.
Mark played late into the night before finally getting in the car with Peter.
The latter asked, âWhere to, Mr.
Evans?â
Looking out the window, Mark was lost in thought.
After a while, he ordered in a low voice, âThe apartment.
â
At the end of the day, he couldnât resist returning to the place filled with bittersweet memories, and as expected, Cecilia was still there.
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She had fallen asleep at the dining table.
There were still tear stains on her cheeksâ¦
Standing at the door, Mark felt so guilty.
He thought Cecilia was so silly.
How long did this girl wait for him? She didnât even wait in her room and had fallen asleep leaning on the dining table.
Did she like him that much?
He went over and gently scooped her up, but she awoke as soon as he touched her.
Her eyes filled with tears at the sight of him.
She wanted to call him âUncle Markâ, tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didnât dare to make a sound.
She just looked at him, silently begging him for an explanation.
Markâs heart ached.
He carried her to the sofa, squatted down, and stroked her head.
He said gently, âCecilia, donât wait for me anymore