Cecilia could no longer bear it.

Apologizing, she swiftly walked to the bathroom, and once inside, she turned on the tap, splashing water on her face.

Her emotions overwhelmed her and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Two months ago, Mark left without a proper goodbye, and though she felt a tinge of melancholy, she knew she had no right to be angry. But today, witnessing that scene, a profound discomfort washed over her.

How could she accept such humiliation?

Her most intense feelings of resentment were now directed at Mark.

The bathroom door opened gently, only to be softly locked again.

Cecilia continued to cry, her face turning pale and her nose reddening.

After a while, she realized Mark had entered and closed the door behind him. With teary eyes, she met his gaze in the mirror.

“Are you angry?" Mark inquired with a gentle, affectionate tone.

Cecilia stared back at him.

She couldn't forget the glint of attraction in his eyes when he was with Flora. While he didn't cross any boundaries at the time, it was evident that he was flirting.

He was nothing but a womanizer!

Suddenly, she turned around, her eyes red with emotion.

"| have nothing to do with you to begin with, Mr. Evans. Why should | be angry? Why would anyone like a ‘kid’ like me anyway? You can find a woman with a good figure!"

Her words resonated with pique, carrying the weight of hurt and disappointment.

Even though Mark had no desire to be with her, he still sought to pacify her, not wanting her to delve into his private life.

With a genial smile, he said, "We're just friends!"

Cecilia knew he was trying to placate her, and he didn't wish to cause a scene and make things difficult for everyone due to their family's connections. Consequently, she composed herself and lowered her gaze, suggesting, "You go out first. I'll wash my face."

Mark felt a sense of injustice as well.

Cecilia was merely a young girl and he had resolved not to get involved with her.

But somehow, fate kept bringing them together.