Ceciliaâs patience waned.
Unfastening her seatbelt, she chided, âEnough already.
I canât be glued to your side all the time.
Donât you have a company to manage?â
Mark captured her hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her skin.
Cecilia had changed since their reconciliation.
Even in the heat of passion the previous night, sheâd abandoned the endearment Uncle Mark, addressing him simply as Mark.
He ventured, âShall I pick you up tonight?â
After a momentâs thought, she declined, âNo need.
Iâll have the driver take me home.
My carâs still at my brotherâs place.
â
However, Mark insisted, âIâll arrange for someone to deliver your car to the set.
â
Finding the proposal sensible, she acquiesced.
While Mark yearned for more time with Cecilia, she hesitated to maintain constant closeness, agreeing instead to a weekend rendezvous.
She exited the car and departed.
Mark, meanwhile, headed to his company.
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Upon his arrival, Peterâs expression lit up, though he quickly became speculative.
âWere you out all night with Charlie and the others?â
Heâd noticed Markâs change of shirt.
Disregarding the inquiry, Mark shed his jacket, dr@ped it over the sofa, and reclined.
Meeting Peterâs gaze, he divulged softly, âI spent the night with Cecilia, at the house on Gamous Road.
â
Peter reeled in shock.
After composing himself, he offered Mark tea, remarking, âYou must be exhausted.
Ceciliaâs a handful when sheâs had too much to drink âWhat nonsense! Weâve made amends,â Mark corrected, a serious undertone in his voice.
Peterâs eyes widened in disbelief.
Though Peter took a moment to process this, Markâs thoughts were elsewhere.
âI canât afford to hurt her again.
â
He sensed a shift in Ceciliaâs demeanor towards him.
Perhaps it was estrangement, or maybe sheâd simply grown up.