NovelEnglishOn the other end of the line, there was a prolonged silence before a hoarse voice spoke up. “It’s me.”
Every drop of blood in Cecilia’s body seemed to freeze in an instant.
It was… Mark.
She had never expected to receive his call again. After all, they had parted ways on bitter terms. She had left with a heart full of despair and hatred.
Her lips quivered slightly but, in the end, no words escaped her mouth.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn contrast, Mark remained much calmer. Speaking in a low tone, he inquired, “Your brother mentioned that you haven’t returned home in two years. Is that true?”
Cecilia’s throat felt constricted.
Suppressing her emotions for a prolonged period, she managed to force out a response, her voice strained, “Mr. Evans, what is the purpose of your call? We made it clear to each other that we would never have any contact.”
Mark’s tone held a hint of gentleness, as if he were coaxing her. “Your brother mentioned that you haven’t been faring well.”
Cecilia closed her eyes slightly and uttered, “I am doing fine now.
A heavy silence enveloped them…
After what felt Like an eternity, Mark spoke up again softly. “I am in Duefron. Could we meet? In that apartment.”
Cecilia’s patience finally reached its limits.
“Meet? Mr. Evans, what do you take me for?
Am I some delectable dish that you grew tired of but now suddenly remember? Or am I one of your many lovers? I am not a whore, Mr. Evans!”
Mark’s breath caught for a moment.
Despite everything, his voice remained tender. “Cecilia, all I am suggesting is for us to meet and have a meal together.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmExerting control over her emotions, Cecilia responded in a gentle voice, “Mr. Evans, I will not go back there again.”
With that, she abruptly ended the call.
In the middle of the night, she found solace in shedding tears alone on the balcony, her sorrow lingering for an extended period.
She couldn’t pinpoint when exactly she developed an attraction towards Mark. It could have been while observing him diligently working at the hospital, smoking alone late at night, or witnessing his profound loneliness…
She referred to him as Mr. Evans at first, and then gradually Uncle Mark.
She dreaded the possibility of Mark blaming her brother for what happened to Rena back then. Hence, she constantly trailed after Mark, trying to cheer him up him with her presence.
After a considerable period of time, he permitted her to stay by his side.
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