Chapter: 1320
Cecilia followed them all the way, but she made sure that she wasn't seen. A little tired of her high-heeled shoes, she decided to take them off and crouched in the bushes like a creepy stalker.
She had never seen a man so sad.
Mark didn't shed a tear, but he exuded a sorrowful aura that Cecilia could sense from where she was huddling.
After a long time, Mark suddenly asked loudly, "Why are you hiding? Come over here."
Was he calling her?
Confused, Cecilia rose slowly, walked over, and called Mark "Uncle Mark’ in a low voice. Mark reached out, took her arm, and pulled her to his side.
Standing by Mark's side, Cecilia realized how tall he was.
Without her high-heeled shoes, she was 5.5 ft tall, and she stood up to Mark's ear. That should make him around 6 ft tall.
Mark touched the photo on the tombstone.
In the photo, Reina was still young. She had a pretty, magnetic smile.
Beaming, Mark said, "Darren, Reina, this is Cecilia, the spoiled brat of the Fowler family and Waylen’s little sister. If you two had been alive today, you would've seen Rena build her own family. Don't worry. | will watch Rena like a hawk and keep an eye on the guys that she dates."
Then, he turned to Cecilia and told her, "Say hello to Rena's parents.”
A bit nervous, Cecilia stuttered for a few moments. After a while, she finally blurted out,
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Gordon. | didn't mean to bother you. My brother will be good to Rena, and if he doesn't treat Rena well, then our father will beat the hell out of him, you can be assured of that."
Hearing this, Mark couldn't help chuckling.
His gloomy mood suddenly turned bright.
Cecilia turned to look at Mark and asked under her breath, "Uncle Mark, are you okay now with Rena and Waylen getting together?"
Mark started walking away and retorted, "Did I say that?"
"Yes, you did. You can't deny it.”
Cecilia followed Mark. She grabbed onto his arm and shook it lightly. ©
Mark Looked down at Cecilia's hands.
But Cecilia failed to notice this. She just held him and walked out of the cemetery.