Exhaustion was evident on Mark as he stood there.

He hadn’t changed from the day’s attire, his blue shirt and pants layered under a black coat.

He didn’t walk in immediately. He positioned himself at the door, gazing quietly at Cecilia.

Cecilia turned to him and said, “Please come in.”

Nonetheless, he extended his hand and delicately brushed her cheek.

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“Where’s Edwin?”

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