Zoey expressed her thoughts earnestly.
With a cigarette lodged between his fingers, Mark slowly puffed out smoke rings in the air.
With a bitter smile, he replied, “I didn’t mean that!”
In response, Zoey scoffed.
“You are supposed to treat Cecilia well.
She was born into a wealthy family. She’s been very considerate of you! Think about it. Do you think any other pretty girl would have waited for you like Cecilia did for so many years?”
A somber silence fell over Mark.
He took another long drag of his cigarette before he stood up and walked into his room.
Then, he pushed open the door. He thought Cecilia would be there, but she wasn’t.
She was actually in the next room.
Cecilia lay on the bed with Edwin safely nestled in her arms.
Both of them were sound asleep as the moonlight outside bathed them with a faint glow.
When Mark entered their room, he didn’t turn on the Light.
He simply sat on the edge of the bed and caressed Cecilia’s face.
Her skin felt cold and wet against his fingertips.
Looking at her face, his heart ached.
“Don’t cry, okay?” he whispered.
As expected, Cecilia wasn’t actually asleep.
She gently patted Edwin while keeping her head down.
“You must be exhausted from today. Go to bed and rest. We can discuss this issue some other time.”
Mark shook his head and refused to leave.
How could he leave her alone in such a sad and angry state?
So, he gently lifted Edwin to one side and tucked him in the quilt.
Then, despite Cecilia’s protests, he carried her into his bedroom.