He was a man of greatness and he had made that clear to her. How could she hold him back with a child?

As the dim light overwhelmed their last silhouettes, she refrained from telling him about her pregnancy.

Instead, she lifted her head and blessed him gently, "Then | wish Mr. Evans a brighter future."

Feeling Mark's gaze fixed on her, she averted her eyes and quivered her lips, "Please go now. Otherwise, I'll become a nuisance.”

Mark slowly stood up, pausing as if he wanted to pat her head, but eventually thought better of it. It wasn't until he held the doorknob that he finally spoke, "I'm sorry, Cecilia!"