Chapter: 1119
Even so, he still wanted to share a bed with her…
Unable to look at her tearful eyes, Mark took out a cigarette and lit it irritably.
He was so tempted to tell her to wait for him for another six months.
He wanted to tell her that the news of his supposed marriage was fake, but he couldn’t bring himself to make her wait for him any longer. After all, he had made her wait for too long.
Feeling conflicted, Mark didn’t say anything for a long time.
Finally, he let out a heavy sigh. “Cecilia, I’m sorry.”
He stretched out his arms towards her, intending to pulling her gently towards him.
But the woman recoiled from his touch, glaring at him stubbornly with red, puffy eyes.
He knew that Cecilia loved him.
Her kind of love was a mix of infatuation and admiration.
And this was exhibited in their countless, passionate love-making sessions in the past.
Mark gently touched Cecilia’s head and said in a hoarse voice, “| made breakfast. Go wash up. Peter will have someone drive you home later.”
His tone was gentle, but somewhat estranged.
Then without waiting for a response, Mark stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
He walked very fast, as though he was afraid that something would chase after him…
As soon as he closed the door behind him, the facade fell and Mark staggered.
He threw a hard punch at the wall, staining the white paint with blood.
He had too many restraints in his life.
He couldn’t even be with the woman he loved. How could he call himself a man?
Once, he believed he could let it all go, leading to his breakup with Cecilia a few years ago.
However, upon their reunion, he was struck with the sudden realization that they had a son together. Thus, he contemplated giving up everything to be with Cecilia and their child within the next two years.
But two years came and went. He broke his promise to her…