Cathy called out to his retreating figure, âMark! Sheâs my child!â
Mark came to a halt.
Then he said quietly, âShe is not! Sheâs Paulâs child, and she is quite unlike you.
â
Lauraâs innocent gaze held no cunning plots within.
Children embodied purity, and Laura shouldnât be swayed by Cathy.
Mark walked away decisively, leaving Cathy alone, her smile tinged with self-mockery.
She chuckled at her hopeful imagination.
Even a child could not keep Mark by her side.
Mark boarded his private jet, and his mood soured.
Peter was the kindest and most thoughtful of them all.
Pouring a glass of red wine, he passed it to Mark, seated beside him, and grinned, remarking, âCathy picked her path.
She canât blame anyone else.
â
Cathy stirred up so much trouble that her family couldnât welcome her anymore, believing she had disgraced them.
It could be said that the people around her had distanced themselves from her.
Mark didnât sip the wine, declining with a charming gesture, straightening his shirt.
âPeter, she wasnât always this way.
Once, she was reasonable and kind.
â
He seemed to drift into his world of thoughts.
âLove can sometimes make people lose their way.
â
Peter knew how to cheer Mark up and quickly responded, âThatâs not always the case! Take Cecilia, for example.
Her love for you is deep, yet she doesnât compromise her values.
Her career thrives.
Sheâs your ideal one.
â
Mark gave him a look.
Peter felt puzzled and asked, âDid I say something incorrect?â
Mark grinned and said, âNo.
Itâs just Iâve thought about something the wrong way all the time.
â
Mark had long believed that women like Cathy and Miss Holt embodied independence.
However, Peterâs words made him realize he was wrong on that.
Cecilia was the epitome of the self-reliant woman he had always admired.
Perhaps she lived comfortably with only modest goals.
Still, considering her origins in the Fowler family, how could anyone expect her to be ordinary?
Her love had its boundaries.
The thought of Cecilia made Markâs heart flutter.
He was eager to reunite with her.