NovelAppPeter escorted Cathy away, while Mark stood in the parking lot, smoking three or four cigarettes.
When he’d seen Cecilia shedding tears, he knew that her love for him still lingered.
Mark’s heart weighed heavy.
He yearned to break free from his shackles and give her a family, so she wouldn’t have to weep alone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut could he do that now?
No, he couldn’t.
Mark crossed the road, a cigarette delicately held between his slender fingers.
His appearance and demeanor were exceptional, attracting the gaze of numerous women.
There was no hint that he was over 40.
He made his way to the ward and knocked on the door.
Waylen opened it, his surprise evident, but he maintained a courteous attitude.
Waylen appeared to have forgotten the intense confrontation in Czanch. His demeanor exuded warmth, akin to a gentle spring breeze, as he poured a glass of water for Mark.
While discussing Alexis’ condition as usual, Waylen eventually mentioned, “In fact, if you had arrived half an hour earlier, you would have seen Cecilia.”
Holding the cup delicately, Mark hesitated briefly before replying, “I did see her. We had tea together.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCasually leaning against the sofa, Waylen smiled, “Tea for Cecilia? Not Slurpees? You two are so different. | still can’t fathom how you ended up together all those years ago… You two. don’t match at all.”
Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.
Putting down the glass, Mark maintained a smile. “Regardless, | have a child with her, Edwin. One night together forged a lifelong bond. What | share with her still exists. But | must admit, | greatly admire you. If you and Rena reconcile, you’ll have two weddings in one go… |can’t compare to that. Ha ha!”
Waylen nonchalantly flipped through some documents…
He glanced back at Mark, who was calmly sipping on his water like an old master.
Waylen remarked lightly, “There’s no need to envy me. Our family is quite open-minded. We won’t use Edwin to control you, so you’re free to continue your carefree lifestyle… As for Cecilia, my mother has arranged a blind date for her and she agreed.”
Blind date…
Mark’s grip on the glass caused his fingers to pale.
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