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.

“| 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. | 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.

In an elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully from the car, taking the lead.

Meandering around, he skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia in the obscurity of the night.

Cecilia's slender neck was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a striking sight.