NovelBarHolding the delicate takeout box, Mark strolled towards his office and gently closed the door. He leaned his back against it as he heaved a tired sigh. For a long time, he didn’t move. The weight in his heart felt so heavy that it was dragging down his entire being.
Right now, all Mark could think about was Cecilia being with that other man.
At the same time, he also thought of Edwin, who looked disappointed at the back of the car.
As a father, how could he not understand what was going on in his son’s mind? Edwin blamed Mark, but he also wanted Mark to accompany him. And yet, Mark was unable to take their children from Cecilia just like that.
While Mark wanted Cecilia back, he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.
That was the last thing he wanted to do.
Those children belong to Cecilia. As such, he wouldn’t fight her over them.
When it came to love, Mark believed that he could wait until that day.
As to what day he was waiting for, he himself didn’t know. The only thing he could do was watch Cecilia quietly from a distance as she got herself a boyfriend and got along with other people.
Fear started to encroach Mark’s heart.
If the Fowler family had approved of this man going out with Cecilia, then it must mean that he was good enough.
Sometimes, a woman’s feelings could go any direction without rhyme or reason. At the snap of a finger, she could give them away if she chose to do so.
“Cecilia,” he uttered her name beneath his breath.
Then, he slowly walked towards the sofa and sat down.
As he did, he noticed a pair of pants lying on the sofa.
They belonged to Olivia.
Carefully, Mark picked them up and folded them away.
Alone, he ate, savoring every bite as though the children had still been around.
No matter how delicious the food tasted, he couldn’t enjoy it. Right now, all he craved for was the warmth of a family.
He wanted so badly to have his children around him and to hold chubby Olivia in his arms. Even though she had not yet learned how to speak, listening to her coo was still music to his ears.
Edwin, on the other hand, might stand around keep an eye on his sister.
As the melancholia brewed in his chest, Mark closed his eyes and heaved a sigh.
Then, the door gently opened. Peter was supposed to pick up Mark and the children, but when he got there, the office was already quiet.
A somber feeling lingered in the air.
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