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In an odd way, seeing such a sight with her own eyes might actually help her let go and alleviate her pain.
An hour later, she parked her car.
The club’s security staff recognized her, aware that she had been here with Mark before.
Coupled with her limited edition sports car that showed her status, they let her in without any hassle.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe waiter courteously opened the door for her, smiling as he said, “Mr. Evans just arrived!”
With that, the door was pushed open.
As expected, Mark was engrossed in a card game with a group of people.
Amidst the revelry, he remained graceful and refined.
His white shirt was casually rolled up to his elbows, and a slight flush adorned his face from a cigarette held between his lips. ©
Flora leaned against him, her soft bosom gently pressing against his arm. She appeared to be advising him on the game, her eyes filled with tenderness that could drown any man.
Cecilia could bear it no longer.
Without a second thought, she turned around, intending to leave. However, the other men in the room recognized her, including Charlie. “Isn’t it Miss Fowler? Have you come to see Mark?”
Mark paused upon hearing the inquiry.
Slowly, he set his cards down and shifted his gaze in her direction… ©
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the confines of the private chamber, an unmistakably awkward atmosphere pervaded the air.
With elegance, Mark caressed the cards on the table with his striking fingers, his countenance shrouded in inscrutability, leaving everyone guessing his thoughts.
Cecilia stood resolute in the doorway, tears welling in her eyes, presenting a pitiful sight akin to a helpless puppy.
Gracefully rising from his seat, Mark sauntered towards the exit, seemingly oblivious to Flora’s cry of “Mark!”
Unperturbed by Flora’s attempt to capture his attention, he proceeded to the door, and in a tender, affectionate tone, he inquired, “What brings you here?”
Cecilia gazed at Mark and then turned her eyes to the occupants of the room, including Flora.
After a prolonged silence, she managed to utter, “| forgot to ask for Flora’s autograph.”
Yet, it was evident that Cecilia was not being truthful, though no one dared to confront her, as Mark’s affection for her set her apart.