NovelBarWhat else could he do? Even if he saw her off, what difference would it make?
The air hung heavy with silence. Cecilia’s hand gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never be together again, and she would never call him Uncle Mark.
It was the end.
To him, she was merely another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love with him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven so, Cecilia realized at this moment that she harbored no regrets.
The fact that he had loved her once was enough.
As Cecilia opened the door, she found Zoey standing outside.
With a warm smile, Zoey asked, “What’s the matter? Why are you crying? Mark, Cecilia is much younger than you. You should have taken care of her. Why did you make her cry?”
Gently, Zoey took Cecilia’s hand and invited her to join them for lunch.
Unable to resist the affectionate grasp of the kind old woman, Cecilia tearfully replied, “I’m going home.”
Zoey glanced at her son for a few seconds before saying, “If you intend to leave, do so after lunch. Mark will send a car to take you to the airport.”
And so, the three of them shared a meal together.
‘An unusual silence enveloped the room.
Cecilia’s tears continued to flow and Mark had no appetite. He walked to the window, pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen Cecilia finished her meal, Mark called the driver to take her to the airport.
As the black limousine gradually departed, Mark stood there in silent contemplation for a long time…
His heart ached.
Beside him, Zoey sobbed softly and murmured repeatedly, “You finally found the right girl and wanted to settle down. Why did you upset her so?”
In the midst of this situation, Zoey displayed astute insight, realizing that her son wastroubled and left with little choice. Though she refrained from excessive interference, she couldn’t help but feel compassion for both her son and Cecilia. Her curiosity sparked a desire to inquire further, yet eventually she decided to hold back her questions.
Peter had arrived to pick up Mark.
The moment he entered the scene, he could sense the tension and deduced what was unfolding.
His brow furrowed as he whispered to Mark, “Miss Wilson is in the car. | came to pick you up. She insisted on going for a ride and | couldn’t refuse…”
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