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Chapter 2139 Months later, in October, the sun glinted off the wings of a plane destined for Masrea at Duefron'’s international airport.
On the ground, Mark, Cecilia, Waylen, and Rena watched as the aircraft soared into the blue expanse.
Cecilia struggled to hold back her tears.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMark gently chided her, “We promised each other no tears, remember?” Cecilia looked away, trying to regain her composure.
Waylen shot a disapproving glance at his emotional sister.
Cecilia was often emotional, and Mark always knew how to comfort her.
Their dynamics made Waylen want to chuckle, but a stern look from Rena made him hold back.
Rena then said softly, “Edwin and Leonel are studying abroad together.
They'll watch out for each other. Plus, Waylen, you'll be visiting them every month or so for work.” Cecilia expressed her wish that Mark had an office in Masrea.
Mark, after a moment's thought, responded, “Maybe it's time to expand our business there.” After pondering for a moment, Cecilia chose to drop the subject.
Decades seemed to fly by.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOne early morning in Duefron, within a luxury apartment, a phone buzzed persistently by the bedside.
The young man, bathed in the morning glow, revealed a physique sculpted to perfection.
His features tightened when he saw the caller ID.
“Dad.” Mark, already dressed sharply for the day in his office, said, “Your mother and | will be in Duefron this Saturday. Get ready to meet the Smith family’s daughter.” Edwin's expression darkened.
The topic of this arranged betrothal had been broached when he was 16. He hadn't minded then, but over the years, he'd pushed it from his thoughts.
“Dad, we live in the 21st century. Parents shouldn't decide who their children marry.” Mark's tone chilled.
“This was agreed upon. Whether you like her or not, you will at least meet her. She might just grow on you. And Edwin, your mother wonders why, at 26, you don't have a girlfriend and haven't shown the slightest interest in meeting the Smith's daughter”