He carried her to the sofa, squatted down, and stroked her head. He said gently, "Cecilia, don't wait for me anymore."

She was confused, as though she didn't understand what he meant.

Mark hardened his heart and continued to force a smile.

"I'm old. I'm can't keep up a stable relationship, and I'm not a good man."

Now, she completely understood.

But she didn't want to believe her ears.

Once upon a time, this man loved her dearly. He even took her back to Czanch to meet his mother, and they even slept together in his bedroom.

Her lips trembled as she whispered softly, "I don't believe you."

Mark sat down next to Cecilia, lit a cigarette, and took a long drag.

He exhaled the smoke, enshrouding them in a haze.

He smiled and said, "We've been together for, like, six months, right? I'm tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date for a few months, and then they get tired of each other.

What were you expecting? Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our social circles... Do you think we're suitable for marriage?”

Cecilia's face was as pale as a sheet.

It took all her willpower not to faint on the spot.

She just looked at this man, the man who used to love her so deeply.

At this moment, Mark looked the same as when he was with Flora.

It turned out that he just viewed her as a fling— a plaything. No... Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora... While Cecilia, on the other hand, couldn't even get him to answer her calls.

Cecilia sat there, as motionless as a porcelain doll.

She was too inarticulate to argue with others.

And she loved Mark so much that she couldn't do anything to fight for him.

She couldn't go back to taking three sleeping pills again and pretending to try and take her own life so her brother would come and shower her with concern, not this time.

There was nothing she could do this time.