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.

She fully grasped his intentions. He wished to keep her as his clandestine lover and rendezvous with her whenever he visited Duefron. It was no different from three years ago.

How dare he make such a presumptuous request?

Cecilia pushed the documents away.

Her countenance turned even colder than when she first arrived.

“Mr. Evans, | want nothing to do with any of this."

Mark remained seated.

As Cecilia departed, he didn't chase after her. Instead, he dialed Peter's number, his tone weary as he requested, "She's left. Please arrange for her to be taken home.”

Mark then hung up the phone.

He picked up the documents silently, glancing at the figures. Those were the things he had intended to offer her.

Yet she rejected them.

True, the Fowler family lacked nothing in terms of wealth.

As a successful man, he couldn't offer her love and a stable life. In essence, he couldn't provide her with the things she truly desired...

She was right not to wait.

Why should she wait for him anyway?

It wasn't fair for him to keep their relationship a secret from the public eye to begin with.

Mark suddenly leaned against the sofa, closing his eyes. Try as he might, tears still welled at the corners of his eyes.

Cecilia declined Peter's offer of a ride.