After the divorce female CEO

Chapter 262 What He Had Done 

Was Terrible 

Upon hearing Waylen’s voice, Mark turned around as he pointed at the piano and smiled. 

“It looks good.” 

Under the soft glow of the crystal chandelier, Waylen’s eyes held a touch of nostalgia. “I bought it when Rena and I first got together. I placed it in my apartment before, but now Alexis needs to learn the piano, so we moved it here.” 

Waylen gestured for Mark to take a seat. 

Mark went to the sofa and gently placed a document on the table. 

Waylen picked it up and began to read. 

It was an internal document, seven pages long, detailing Elvira’s major crimes and concluding with the prosecution’s recommendation for the death penalty. 

Mark’s voice was deep as he confirmed, “Death penalty. If there are no accidents, it will be executed in two months.” 

His expression was complicated, a mix of emotions swirling beneath the surface. 

He had heard something from insiders, understanding now how Alexis managed to survive after losing so much blood. 

He realized that he had underestimated Waylen’s ruthlessness when necessary. 

The man was capable of doing anything when needed. 

After reading the document, Waylen returned it to Mark, silently acknowledging that Mark’s efforts played a crucial role in the swift resolution of the case. Despite their differences, they were still family when it mattered the most. 

Waylen then walked over to the bar counter and retrieved a bottle of red wine and two goblets. 

With a smile, he asked, “Have a drink with me?” 

The unspoken invitation suggested that Mark could spend the night at their villa. 

However, Mark politely declined, glancing upstairs at Rena standing on the landing. 

“I’m good. I have a meeting tomorrow morning.” 

Waylen didn’t force Mark, but asked him to stay overnight. 

However, Mark patted Waylen on the shoulder and said, “The driver is waiting for me. Waylen, 

treat Rena right.” 

All of a sudden, Mark looked like he had suddenly remembered something and frowned. 

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Anyway, he couldn’t get over Cecilia. 

Waylen didn’t insist and didn’t mention Cecilia, understanding that the wounds were still fresh. 

He saw the man to the car, and as the black Audi drove away, Waylen remained standing on the parking pad, taking out a cigarette and lighting it up. 

The smoke swirled around him, obscuring his face as he delved into memories. 

The good, the bad, and everything that had led to this point. The capture of Elvira would bring closure to the past, and Waylen knew that it was necessary for him to move forward. 

After finishing his cigarette, Waylen finally returned to the villa’s porch, where Rena awaited him. She looked gentle in the dim yellow light, and he hurriedly wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Why are you out here? It’s cold outside.” 

Rena held his hand, intertwining her fingers with his, and nestled comfortably in his arms. 

Her actions reminded Waylen of Alexis, and he playfully teased her, “You are even better at acting like a spoiled child than our daughter now… Do you want me to hug you?” 

Rena tightened her grip and murmured, “Waylen, don’t say anything. I want to hug you for a while.” 

He didnt and just held her close, feeling her warmth and comfort. 

After a long while, he leaned down and kissed her. 

“It’s okay. I’m right here with you, okay?” 

Rena nodded, content with his gentleness. 

Waylen felt his blood boiling. 

He knew she was exceptionally obedient right now, but he didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability tonight. He was sure that no matter how he played with her, she would not resist. 

If it was a normal situation, he would probably have sex with her right away already. 

Tonight however, they sought solace in each other’s embrace. 

Meanwhile, Mark sat in the car. 

The driver asked softly, “Mr. Evans, where are we headed to?” 

He did not answer immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes, appreciating the moment of silence. 

His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of those major projects and a certain person. 

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, “Go back to the hotel.” 

After the meeting the next day, he should go back to Czanch. After all, he was really busy. 

He took over the task a few years ago. 

Despite his successful public life, he struggled with personal matters. 

He couldn’t even publicly show his love to the woman he loved. And he had to hide his real self 

and could only find solace in that secret apartment with her. 

Two years ago, he broke up with someone he deeply cared for, and the pain still lingered. 

He had always been abstinent, but he smoked two packs of cigarettes at that night. 

He tried to stop himself from going to see her. 

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If he didn’t see her, he wouldn’t lose his mind and wouldn’t become a love-sick fool. It had been so long since they broke up and he thought he had moved on, but… He hadn’t. 

Even now, he couldn’t help but eventually drive alone to see Cecilia. 

However, when he found her, she wasn’t alone. 

She was with a young gentleman, looking seemingly content with their companionship. 

She had dinner with that man and they went to the cinema. 

The man didn’t send her home until nine o’clock in the evening. 

At the gate of the Fowlers’ villa, Mark’s car was parked not far away. Watching them from a distance, Mark felt a pang of jealousy.. 

He wished he could be younger, free of obligations, and able to confront the man openly. 

But now, he could only watch from the shadows, feeling a mix of emotions. 

Cecilia got out of the car and watched the man leave. 

The man her mother’s friend Dora Carter introduced to her this time was actually very nice. And Cecilia was willing to get along with him… She went to dinner with him, went to the movies with him and she felt OK. 

Maybe they could get married after some time together. 

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart ached as she felt torn between her past and the possibility of a future with someone else. 

Then, she heard Mark calling her name, “Cecilia.” 

Startled, she took a step back, unsure of how to respond, but also guarded. 

Mark raised his chin slightly, pointing to his car. 

“Get in, and let’s talk.” 

Cecilia hesitated, torn between her emotions and her apprehension, not sure if she was ready to confront the past that Mark represented. 

She took two steps toward the imposing gate, her intention to ask the guard for assistance. thwarted as Mark swiftly grasped her arm and half-forcibly pulled her into the waiting car. 

The door closed with a resounding thud, and Mark glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his voice tinged with surprise. 

“A blind date?” 

Cecilia didn’t attempt to deny it. “Yes, he’s a nice person. He’s met Edwin and accepts him.” 

Mark swallowed nervously. 

The prospect of someone else becoming Edwin’s father seemed like a cruel joke, but now it was 

a very real possibility right now. 

The woman he once loved so deeply would soon share her life with another man. 

And their son, the one he cherished above all else, might call another man dad. 

In an attempt to steady his emotions, Mark lit a cigarette. 

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The smoke curled around his handsome features, accentuating his allure. 

He was undeniably good-looking, even with the cigarette in hand. 

There had been countless moments when he passionately embraced her, their bodies entwined in the throes of desire. Then he would lean back against the headboard, smoking while grappling with mixed feelings and guilt. 

After all, she was 16 years younger than him, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty for taking her. Once, she leaned over and took a drag from his cigarette, and he trembled and almost dropped the cigarette. 

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 couldn’t help but cough weakly and pleaded, “Let me get out of the car.” 

Mark obliged and snuffed out the cigarette, his eyes conveying a profound gaze as he asked the question he had long yearned to voice, “What about you? Do you like him?” 

Cecilia’s eyes welled up with tears, and she replied in a subdued tone, “Kind of.” 

Mark realized she wasn’t 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. 

The pain he caused her had led her to give up and embrace her destiny. 

Overwhelmed with heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t 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. “Call your mother and tell her you won’t be going home for the time being.” 

Cecilia froze. “I’m not going out with you.” 

Mark’s voice softened as he explained, “I need to talk to you. If you don’t want to, I’ll call your mom myself. Cecilia, do you want this to happen?” 

Tears streamed down Cecilia’s cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly called her mother. 

Using Mark’s phone, she couldn’t 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, “Put Mark on the phone.” 

Cecilia handed the phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued between him and 

Juliette. 

In a low voice, Mark assured, “I know. I won’t cross any boundaries.” 

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, “Mark, aren’t 

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you very busy?” 

Mark chuckled as he held the steering wheel. “Do you know my schedule?” 

Cecilia retorted sarcastically, “You’re always in the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s hard for me not to know.” 

Mark remained silent as he drove through the dark night with the woman he had once loved deeply seated beside him. 

At this moment, he wished time could freeze, allowing them to be together once more. 

After half an hour, they arrived at a quiet road. 

Cecilia recognized the place. 

Reacting violently, she desperately slapped at the window. “I won’t go there, Mark. 

I refuse!” 

The memories of their past intimacy flooded her mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment. What were his intentions? What did he expect from her? 

Feeling helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept any of this. 

Her palms were reddened from her futile attempts. 

Her eyes were filled with tears, and despite her recent composure, she once again felt like the 

powerless girl who couldn’t resist his demands. 

She despised herself for it. 

Finally, Mark stopped the car. 

Turning to face her and seeing the tears in her eyes, his heart ached. 

As a mature and astute man, he wouldn’t overlook the fact that she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have reacted so strongly. 

Gently, he reached out to caress her face, trying to comfort her like one would soothe a child. “I 

won’t do anything. I just want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we still have trust in each other? If you can’t trust me, at least trust your mother. She agreed.” 

His words flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to refute him. 

Vulnerable and unsure of her emotions, she felt completely lost in the face of his persuasive 

words. 

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