Cecilia’s words ended in a sigh, her spirits low.

Her coldness wasn’t cruelty, but the armor forged from enduring repeated disappointments.

Mark had kindled hope in her, only to extinguish it time after time.

She no longer dared to love him, opting instead for the safety of mediocrity.

Mark’s gaze remained fixed on the road ahead. An empty stomach, neglected during lunch, troubled him, but he was determined not to reveal any frailty before Cecilia.

After a weighty silence, he declared, “I’ll take you back to the film set.”

drove myself,” Cecilia countered, reaching for the

motion,

“Don’t leave.”

He appeared composed, betraying no sign of

intense, wordless standoff, Cecilia whispered, “Release

Mark eased

alighted from the vehicle hastily,

shut, Mark gingerly placed a hand over

moment before retrieving a

his return to the company until

sour mood, refrained from any provocations. As his workday concluded, he approached Mark, suggesting, “It’s

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