Chapter: 1835
When Mark pulled her, she was compelled to lean into his embrace, burying her face in his shoulder.
His scent, tinged with a trace of perfume, enveloped her.
Cecilia speculated that it might be due to his contact with Cathy.
The scent was unmistakable, prompting Cecilia to murmur, “Let me go.
You reek of her presence."
Mark was left in a state of shock.
He held on yet whispered close to her ear, “There's nothing between her and me. I feel sorry for Laura. That's all.”
“Is that why you weren't there for your son during his operation?"
Cecilia shoved him off.
Mark reached for her again, but she lifted her hand sternly, saying, “Mark! Stop this right now."
She cast a cold gaze in his direction.
Mark gradually stood upright, his desire to speak held back by an inability to find the right words.
Their first intense fight unfolded.
Mark had his hands full elsewhere, yet concerns for Cecilia's exhaustion lingered, so he asked a nurse to watch Edwin. Once things were in order, he said softly, "Rest on the couch. I'll return as soon as I can."
Cecilia felt nothing.
Mark's throat worked as he tried to speak, then he finally departed.
Inside the car.
Peter's tense nerves finally eased, and he spoke candidly.
“I know I am in no position to comment. But may I know why you still took care of that child? I had already advised against it. I believe Cecilia is quite displeased with this situation."
Sitting in the back, Mark's hands were tight balls of tension.