Cecilia was taken aback.

Her lips trembled and, for a long while, she couldn't collect her thoughts.

After an extensive silence, her voice quivered as she inquired softly, "Why should | wait for you? Three years ago, you kept asking me to wait. In Duefron, in this very apartment, and now, three years later, you expect me to continue waiting for you? Mr. Evans, do you think a woman has an infinite supply of "two years" to spare?”

Cecilia had already crossed the threshold of 30.

She bore his child, yet he wanted her to wait for two more years.