Holding Cecilia in his arms, he buried his face in her neck, his voice strained.
âCecilia, youâre unwilling to react at all? You truly wonât allow me to make amends for you two?â
âNo.
â Her voice quivered.
Mark didnât release her.
He simply held her close, absorbing her warmth.
He suddenly recalled something.
That New Yearâs Day several years back, he had brought Cecilia a gift, something girls her age loved.
Someone confessed his love to Cecilia at the Fortune Square.
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Behind them, fireworks illuminated the sky.
Her face had been so youthful and radiant at the time, and her eyes had shone with affection when they locked onto him across the crowd.
Now, she was a mature woman.
But between them⦠Things had come to this point seemingly of no return.
Markâs voice quivered.
âI donât want to let you go.
â
Cecilia turned away and replied, âI donât care.
â
Just as they were conversing, a commotion erupted at the door.
Zoey had rushed over from Czanch.
She was irate about Markâs behavior.
Her beloved Edwin was seriously ill.
How could the father still have the heart to torment his wife?
She landed two hot slaps on Markâs cheek.
His face immediately turned red.
After the slaps, Zoey ignored Mark and went to see her grandson.
She said to Cecilia, âDonât worry.
Iâll make sure he doesnât trouble you anymore.
Heâs a scoundrel.
He deserves to be alone for the rest of his life!â
Ceciliaâs eyes brimmed with tears.
Cecilia held Zoey in high regard.