DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 258
Chapter 258 Cecilia, You Still Love
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In a moment of profound silence, their eyes met, rendering them unable to speak.
Little did Cecilia expect to encounter Mark in the hospital.
The sight of the hospital scene triggered memories of the first time they made love, which also happened in this very place.
Inebriated, he had ardently pressed her against the sofa and their passion ignited.
Evidently, Mark too was immersed in the memories of the past.
He had always been cautious with his words and actions, carefully considering the consequences before acting.
But now, the implications of his relationship with Cecilia eluded him. Being enticed by a woman sixteen years his junior was perhaps the craziest thing he had ever done.
It wasn’t merely because of her youth and beauty,
Mark had encountered numerous stunning women, many even more attractive and alluring than her, who possessed sensibility and thoughtfulness.
However, there was something about her, how she affectionately called him “Uncle Mark” like a
kitten, that captivated him.
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Her consistent use of that endearing term had him hooked.
After a prolonged moment, Mark inquired, “Are you here to visit Lexi?”
After a moment of contemplation, Cecilia replied, “Yes, she’s much better now. They might
discharge her from the hospital tomorrow.”
Mark was about to say something but, just then, Peter emerged from the elevator, visibly
surprised to see Cecilia. As a senior figure in the workplace, he swiftly regained his composure
and greeted her with a smile, “Miss Fowler.”
Cecilia acknowledged Peter with a nod and turned to Mark. “I’ll leave if there’s nothing else.”
However, Mark grasped her hand firmly, urging her to stay, “Wa
a minute.”
Peter discreetly averted his gaze.
Cecilia attempted to free her hand from Mark’s grip but his strength held her captive.
“Let’s talk,” Mark said in a hushed tone,
Eventually, they found solace in a tranquil teahouse. Peter secured a private room and stood guard outside dutifully.
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Inside the secluded chamber, Mark personally served tea, setting aside his usual reliance on others, displaying his passion for the art of tea-making.
He placed a cup before Cecilia, urging her to taste it.
Cecilia demurred, saying, “I’m not fond of tea.”
Mark’s indulgent smile graced his face as he gently said, “Ah, I forgot that you prefer milk tea and
fried chicken…”
Cecilia observed him quietly.
He was just as gentle and refined as she remembered.
Once upon a time, she had reveled in his presence but now she wanted to avoid dwelling on such
memories.
She coolly questioned, “Mr. Evans, is that the only reason you brought me here?”
Undeterred, Mark went to the mini-fridge, fetched a drink for her and offered it.
However, Cecilia declined.
He thoughtfully placed a straw in the drink and said softly, “Cecilia, I’ve always wondered how you’ve been faring these past two years.”
At that moment, Cecilia’s heart skipped a beat.
With a subtle lift of her head, she spoke as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. ” have been doing remarkably well, experiencing life.”
Her words seemed light but Mark sensed the complexity beneath them.
Having grown up as a pampered princess, she lacked any specific skills or training.
He still wanted to inquire further but Cecilia offered a smile and asked, “Mr. Evans, what would
you like to know? Do you wish to learn how embarrassed I was and then confess why I kept my
pregnancy a secret from you? Or why I chose not to have an abortion?”
Mark’s complexion paled.
Yet, he managed to maintain a smile. “Don’t talk such childish nonsense.”
Cecilia lowered her gaze and said, “Childish? You’ve always treated me like a child, haven’t you, Mr. Evans? If that’s the case, how could you engage in an intimate relationship with me? Were
you simply bored with your bunch of girlfriends and sought something new?”
With great restraint, Cecilia held her emotions in check.
“Look at all the differences between us. You enjoy tea and chess, while I prefer fast food and I
even enjoy nightclubs. We belong to two different worlds… Mr. Evans, you said we weren’t right even enjoy nightclubs. We belong to two di
for each other, and I didn’t push you further. I heeded your words and left our past behind. So,
what do you want now?”
Mark’s heart ached.
He was worlds apart from her. How could he not grasp that she expressed these sentiments to
show her resentment towards him?
She should resent him.
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Back then, they got along so well. Their relationship was passionate and exhilarating.
Any woman, whether inexperienced or worldly, would have thought that he’d eventually marry her. Mark had indeed contemplated marrying her.
But he had failed her in the end.
He wanted to hold her hand, yet she refused…
After regaining her composure, she said, “I’m sorry, I lost my composure. If you wish to see Edwin,
have your secretary contact me. I’ll make arrangements.”
Mark gently inquired, “Is it alright for me to visit the Fowlers’ residence?”
Cecilia appeared visibly taken aback.
She wished to decline but the Evans family and the Fowler family were related through her brother and Rena’s marriage…
Mark didn’t press her any further.
He had chanced upon her today, without any ulterior motives. He merely wanted to talk to her….
It had been a long time since he had an uncomplicated conversation with someone. There were no hidden agendas, just a man and a woman.
Cecilia hurriedly left.
As she reached her car and opened the door, she suddenly paused.
On the other side, the back window of Mark’s car slid down, revealing a mature and stunning
woman seated inside.
Cecilia recognized her instantly.
Cathy Wilson, one of Mark’s subordinates and also his girlfriend.
Cathy nodded at Cecilia.
Cecilia’s expression contorted into a sneer. She found Mark’s behavior utterly incredulous-taking
his female subordinate on a business trip with inappropriate intimacy while still seeking affection.
from his old flame.
In her mind, Mark was nothing but an insufferable jerk.
Downstairs, Mark trailed after Cecilia and noticed the car window open.
He furrowed his brow and approached Cecilia, stating, “I brought her here for business.”
Unperturbed, Cecilia responded calmly, “Mr. Evans, there’s no need to explain anything to me..
Besides… Can you honestly claim that you’ve never been intimate with her?”
Mark fell silent.
It was true, they had a one-night stand in the past but now they were nothing more than ordinary
colleagues.
Cecilia said nothing further. She got into her car, fastened her seatbelt, and accelerated away.
As the red sports car zoomed past him, Mark glimpsed what seemed like teardrops gently
tracing down her cheeks…
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Was Cecilia crying?
Mark pursed his lips, gazing at the exhaust fumes from her car.
His subordinate Cathy alighted from the vehicle and approached him. “Mr. Evans, is there a misunderstanding between you and Miss Fowler? Would you like me to clarify things for her?”
His heart sank.
Mark turned his head, instantly adopting an impassive expression when he faced his beautiful
female subordinate.
With a composed smile, he inquired, “Misunderstanding? She’s merely standing up for her brother.”
He had no intention of revealing his past relationship with Cecilia.
Cathy smiled subtly.
Peter approached, having witnessed the earlier scene. He wiped his brow and chastised the driver, “Why did you bring the car here?”
The driver felt embarrassed and explained, “Miss Wilson requested it.”
Peter then addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, what do we do now?”
Mark nonchalantly replied, “You head back to the hotel first. I’ll go see Alexis.”
Peter knew Mark
intentions well. He turned to Cathy and grinned, “It looks like Mr. Evans will be
staying at Miss Gordon’s place tonight. It’s a chance for us to relax a bit… Cathy, I’ll take you out for some drinks tonight. Czanch is not as lively as Duefron when it comes to nightlife.”
Peter 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.
But 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 teal
together.”
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different. I 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, I have a child with her, Edwin One night together forged a lifelong bond. What I share with her still exists. But I must admit, I greatly admire you If you and Rena reconcile, you’ll have two weddings in one go… I can’t compare to
that. Ha hal
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.
Waylen noticed and smiled.
Mark also forced a smile.
Fortunately, Alexis woke up. As she sat up, rubbing her eyes, she called out to Mark.
Mark truly adored Alexis.
Despite feeling uneasy, he walked to her bedside, lifted Alexis into his arms, kissed her gently, and
then retrieved a talisman from his pocket and placed it around her neck.
Mark had specially purchased the talisman for Alexis.
Waylen had a keen eye and noticed this gesture. He said calmly. “You’re so thoughtful.”
With Alexis in his embrace, Mark asked Waylen in a hushed tone about Elvira’s upcoming court date. Waylen provided him with all the relevant information.
Mark pondered for a moment and whispered, “Just to be safe, I’ll use my connections.”
He kissed Alexis lovingly.
He vowed never to let Rena or Alexis suffer at the hands of that deranged woman again…
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