In his new-found excitement, he had sought solace in their physical connection, feeling like nothing more than an instinct-driven animal.
As the car interior filled with smoke, Cecilia couldnât help but cough weakly and pleaded,
âLet me get out of the car.
â
Mark obliged and snuffed out the cigarette, his eyes conveying a profound gaze as he asked the question he had long yearned to voice, âWhat about you? Do you like him?â
Ceciliaâs eyes welled up with tears, and she replied in a subdued tone, âKind of.
â
Mark realized she wasnât trying to piss him off.
She was simply accepting her fate and making the best of it.
She was willing to marry someone else if they treated Edwin well and were compatible in every way.
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The pain he caused her had led her to give up and embrace her destiny.
Overwhelmed with heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark didnât know who to blame.
He stared at her for a long time before handing her his phone, his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness.
âCall your mother and tell her you wonât be going home for the time being.
â
Cecilia froze.
âIâm not going out with you.
â
Markâs voice softened as he explained, âI need to talk to you.
If you donât want to, Iâll call your mom myself.
Cecilia, do you want this to happen?â
Tears streamed down Ceciliaâs cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly called her mother.
Using Markâs phone, she couldnât lie, so she explained that she had something to discuss with him regarding Edwin and might return home later.
On the other end, Juliette remained silent for a while before instructing, âPut Mark on the phone.
â
Cecilia handed the phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued between him and Juliette.
In a low voice, Mark assured, âI know.
I wonât cross any boundaries.
â
After a few more words, he hung up and placed the phone in the storage compartment.
The car started moving, and Cecilia leaned against the back of the seat, murmuring, âMark, arenât you very busy?â
Mark chuckled as he held the steering wheel.
âDo you know my schedule?â
Cecilia retorted sarcastically, âYouâre always in the news, Mr.
Evans.
With your debonair charm, youâre the center of attention wherever you go.
Itâs hard for me not to know.
â