Upon hearing her words, he glanced at her, questioning, “Cecilia, what if | still believe that we can rekindle what we had?”
The atmosphere turned tense, silence enveloping them.
This apartment housed an abundance of memories shared between them. Though once filled with sweetness, now their gazes locked in helplessness and indifference.
Mark took off the apron and returned to his seat.
He resolved to speak his mind.
“Cecilia, what | am about to offer you constitutes the majority of my personal assets, and what remains is an integral part of the Evans family’s wealth. You must understand that this is not solely intended for raising a child. Cecilia, please don’t address me as Mr. Evans anymore. Call me Uncle Mark or simply Mark…” ©
Cecilia’s voice quivered slightly. “Are you suggesting we get back together?”
Mark looked somewhat embarrassed.
Never in his life had he pleaded or exhibited humility. But that day, in the Fowler residence, he had knelt down.
He was impelled by a sudden desire to marry her.
However, an incident occurred in Czanch. Two technicians working on that certain project tragically lost their lives in a car accident.
The circumstances surrounding their demise were shrouded in secrecy and they couldn’t testify to what happened.
Mark couldn’t jeopardize the lives of Cecilia and Edwin, nor could he disclose the truth.
The project in question was a highly confidential plan, three years in the making.
Except for Peter, no one knew about his child.
Thus, he offered her this sum of money with a singular request, “Cecilia, wait for me for two years.”
Cecilia was taken aback.
Her lips trembled and, for a long while, she couldn’t collect her thoughts.
After an extensive silence, her voice quivered as she inquired softly, “Why should | wait for you? Three years ago, you kept asking me to wait. In Duefron, in this very apartment, and now, three years later, you expect me to continue waiting for you? Mr. Evans, do you think a woman has an infinite supply of “two years” to spare?”
Cecilia had already crossed the threshold of 30.
She bore his child, yet he wanted her to wait for two more years.
She fully grasped his intentions. He wished to keep her as his clandestine lover and rendezvous with her whenever he visited Duefron. It was no different from three years ago.