Stunned, she sniffled and asked, âWhat are you doing? Arenât you worried about tarnishing your reputation if someone sees us?â
Mark advanced slowly and grasped her hand.
He was so close that he could almost ki*s the back of her ears, something he enjoyed doing during their intimate moments.
But now, he merely held her hand and spoke up softly.
âListen to me, please.
Marry someone and lead a stable life.
â
Once again, Cecilia found herself in a trance.
Stable?
How could she possibly find stability after all that had happened?
She wasnât vengeful by nature, even when hurt.
All she wanted was to escape from him and never lay eyes on him again.
Finally, Mark released his grip on herâ¦
As his receding footsteps faded away, he gazed upon the scenery she had witnessed alone.
Peter emerged silently and whispered, âSheâs heading back.
â
Mark nodded, taking a slow drag on his cigarette.
Then, he said thoughtfully, âEncounters like today will be rare in the future.
Sheâll come around once she cools down⦠Peter, do you think sheâll find a good man, get married, and have a child in a couple of years? A daughter whoâll resemble her.
â
Tears welled up in Peterâs eyes.
âPlease, donât say that.
â
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Perhaps, there was a turning point.
Mark stood there silently, his handsome face emotionless.
There was so much on Markâs mindâ¦
If he were a decade younger and had met Cecilia, he would have married her instantly, wanting nothing more than to fill her days with boundless happiness, shielding her from any worries.
After a considerable period, Mark let out a soft sigh.
âArrange for the plane.
Weâre heading back to Czanch.
â
With a heavy heart, Cecilia departed from the party.
Instead of going home, she sought solace in a shop, where she exchanged her million-dollar couture dress for a modest casual outfit.
Then, she roamed the streets aimlessly, lost in her thoughts.
The night had grown late.
Asleek black limo glided past her slowly.