The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 1219
As Blake boarded the private jet with Cecilia, surrounded by bodyguards, the reality of her situation weighed heavily on her. Inside, Cecilia remarked, “It’s a long flight. Feel free to rest, and there’s food available if you need it.”
Holding her phone tightly, Blake was filled with nervous anticipation. She thought, ‘Is this the moment I finally confront him?’
Observing Blake’s preoccupation with her phone, Cecilia offered some advice, “Blake, don’t devote your entire heart to one man. Men can be fickle; their sweet words are often just manipulation. If you can’t hold onto them, focus on what you can control. I can help you win him over, but marrying him is not an option.”
Blake, setting her phone aside, replied with defiance, “What should I do then? Jump from one man to the next, like you did with Fred and Agustin? Do you really think Mr. Jardin is unaware of your actions? He would never consider a person like you.”
Cecilia’s face hardened, but she controlled her anger, knowing the consequences of lashing out at someone else. She calmly said, “I’ve always made sure I don’t lose out when it comes to him. But what about your relationship with Kevin? Have you gained anything significant? You didn’t; not his wealth nor his love.”
Blake argued, “If love is just about calculation and manipulation, then it isn’t really love; it’s exploitation. What good is money when you lack everything else? I have a loving family and someone dear in my heart.”
Cecilia seemed touched by Blake’s words for a moment, “Remember, Blake. I am your only kin. I did everything to protect us from suffering. I’ve been searching for you for years, preparing for the worst. Now that I know you’re alive and well, I feel relieved. I admit I’ve wronged you. Can you forgive me? I decorated the room you stayed in last time myself. I chose the sheet, pillowcases, and the finest swan feather pillows.”
Blake responded with a hint of sadness, “If I were you, I wouldn’t have disturbed my sister seeing her live well.
As the jet soared through the clouds, Blake looked out the window. Her eyes eventually closed, seeking escape from her thoughts. The flight experienced turbulence, and Cecilia covered the sleeping Blake with a blanket. Upon landing, night had completely fallen. The airport was desolate, surrounded by mountains. Blake, groggy, looked around. Cecilia announced, “We’re here. Let’s go.”
Cecilia held Blake’s hand firmly as they exited the jet. She tried to break free but could not.
“This place isn’t safe. Stay close,” Cecilia advised.
“Where are we?” Blake inquired, scanning the surroundings cautiously.
“In Northern Myanmar,” Cecilia disclosed. Blake knew of this lawless region, notorious for its criminal elements. She asked, “Do you have dealings here?”
“That’s none of your concern,” Cecilia responded evasively.
A group of armed men approached and spoke in hushed tones with Cecilia. Blake felt uneasy at the way one of the men looked at her. They were soon escorted into a car, leaving the desolate airport. The streets were filthy, with people lying on the ground in uncertain conditions. In the distance, gunfire echoed ominously.
