With a subtle lift of her head, she spoke as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

"I have been doing remarkably well, experiencing life."

Her words seemed light but Mark sensed the complexity beneath them.

Having grown up as a pampered princess, she lacked any specific skills or training.

He still wanted to inquire further but Cecilia offered a smile and asked, "Mr. Evans, what would you like to know? Do you wish to learn how embarrassed | was and then confess why | kept my pregnancy a secret from you? Or why | chose not to have an abortion?”

Mark's complexion paled.

Yet, he managed to maintain a smile.

"Don't talk such childish nonsense.”

Cecilia lowered her gaze and said, "Childish? You've always treated me like a child, haven't you, Mr. Evans? If that's the case, how could you engage in an intimate relationship with me? Were you simply bored with your bunch of girlfriends and sought something new?"

With great restraint, Cecilia held her emotions in check.

"Look at all the differences between us. You enjoy tea and chess, while | prefer fast food and | even enjoy nightclubs. We belong to two different worlds... Mr. Evans, you said we weren't right for each other, and | didn't push you further. | heeded your words and left our past behind. So, what do you want now?"

Mark's heart ached.

He was worlds apart from her. How could he not grasp that she expressed these sentiments to show her resentment towards him?

She should resent him.

Back then, they got along so well. Their relationship was passionate and exhilarating.

‘Any woman, whether inexperienced or worldly, would have thought that he'd eventually marry her.

Mark had indeed contemplated marrying her.

But he had failed her in the end.

He wanted to hold her hand, yet she refused...

After regaining her composure, she said, "I'm sorry, | lost my composure. If you wish to see

Edwin, have your secretary contact me. I'll make arrangements."

Mark gently inquired, "Is it alright for me to visit the Fowlers’ residence?”