Finally, he responded softly, “I’ll bring her back.”


    He slid into his vehicle, the robust SUV offering an expansive view of the crimson horizon.


    A craving for a cigarette tugged at him.


    Yet, he refrained.


    His health necessitated abstention from all harsh substances, tobo and alcohol included. While such restrictions could render lifeckluster for some, he found sce in Cecilia and their two beautiful children…


    A gentle warmth touched Mark’s features.


    Upon his arrival at the club, the evening vibrancy was palpable.


    Peter awaited him at the entrance.


    As the vehicle halted, Peter leaned in, his voice a whisper.


    “Cecilia’s here. She’s unaware you’reing.”


    A smile tugged at Mark’s lips.


    Together, they ventured into the private dining area, already upied by a dozen individuals.


    Except for the film crew, there were five investors.


    Upon entry, Mark’s presence caught the attention of an acquaintance who initiated light conversation. It was Mark’s voice that caused Cecilia to divert her attention from her phone, her gaze Lifting.


    It was him.


    She hadn’t been informed of Mark’s attendance.


    While Mark mingled, his attention discreetly remained on Cecilia.


    Their past liaison had stirred ample talk, but currentpany seemedrgely oblivious to their history.


    Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.


    To the rest, it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting yful jibes.


    “Miss Fowler is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a chance this time.”


    Mark’s chuckle was low, his ease in such scenarios evident.


    Forgoing a direct response, he addressed someone near Cecilia.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    “Regardless of my prospects, I’d relish an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field intrigues me to make some investment.”