“If I refuse, you’ll make things difficult, won’t you?” she challenged, her tone subdued.

“Absolutely,” Mark confessed without evasion.

Expecting outrage, he was met instead with acquiescence.

“Fine, I’ll dine with you, Mr. Evans,” she conceded, her usage of “Mr. Evans” laced with sarcasm.

Mark detected the derision but remained unfazed. His primary concern was his longing for her.

Angela’s Library

He suggested picking her up, but she preferred to drive independently.

to meet at their familiar

few dishes,

assistant in tow. Mark eyed the assistant, subtly dismissing her. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

Cecilia remained silent. She sat beside Mark, picking up her

seven in the evening, and she

served her, a

mood was

sparing with

her profile, and then ventured,

stopped seeing each other,”

silent sigh of

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