Cecilia marched alongside Mark and asked, “Aren’t you worried that you’re snubbing your guest?”

Mark hadn’t seen Cecilia for a day and missed her dearly.

He cornered her against the corridor wall and brushed his fingertips along her wound.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked her.

Cecilia shook her head. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

With a smile, Mark leaned closer and whispered, “I mean there. Weren’t you crying out of pain last night?”

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of that, Cecilia turned red

were so immersed in their own little world that they had completely forgotten that Cathy was

Mark helped

from the room,

who focused on cooking her signature

very minimal effort.

softened. He then picked up his son and said, “I’ll take you to the yard. We can set off the fireworks there.” Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

to set off the

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