NovelEnglishMeanwhile, Mark was still on his knees.
Rena felt pity for him and wanted to help him up.
But Waylen patted her hand to keep her quiet.
Then he looked at Mark and said, “Mark, you know that all this is useless and unnecessary right now. Before you left, Cecilia made it clear that she will have nothing to do with you from the moment you walked away from your own wedding.”
Mark’s face turned pale as he was reminded of Cecilia’s promise.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“No one in the Fowler family blames you,” Waylen continued.
“In fact, we simply believe that you and Cecilia are not meant for each other.”
As Waylen said these things, Laura was watching Mark’s face and she could see that his beautiful eyes had lost their Luster.
With gritted teeth, Mark got up and went outside with Laura in his arms.
He had known that Zoey would not accept this child. And if he wanted to get back together with Cecilia, he could not keep Laura around.
So, he took Laura to Duefron.
He bought a small villa and kept her there. Then he hired two servants to take care of her.
He couldn’t help but feel guilty because of what he had done to Cecilia.
It was three days later that he finally met her again.
She was no longer living in the house she shared with him. Instead, she had moved back to the Fowler residence for the meantime so that Korbyn and Juliette could take good care of Edwin.
Mark had to go to the filming location before he could see Cecilia.
It was April and she looked young and beautiful in her light green dress.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe was talking and laughing with a young actor on set.
The young actor, who was probably in his early 20s, looked at Cecilia with admiration. In the past, she would probably have avoided such admirers, but she was single now, so there was no reason for her to turn down the admiration from the opposite sex.
Sitting in his black Limo, Mark watched them quietly.
Peter became very anxious for his sake.
After a while, he suggested, “It’s time for Lunch. You can at least go over and ask her to lunch.”
Mark said nothing and simply put out his cigarette. Nowadays, he smoked at least two packs of cigarettes a day. His slender fingers had even turned a little yellow.
Without a word, he opened the car door and got out of the car.
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