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.”

Cecilia countered, reaching

sudden motion,

“Don’t leave.”

Cecilia met his profound gaze. He appeared composed, betraying no sign

an intense, wordless standoff, Cecilia

Mark eased his

from the vehicle hastily, as

door shut, Mark gingerly

a pill from his pocket and downing it

his return to the company until his discomfort

mood, refrained from any provocations. As his workday concluded, he approached Mark, suggesting, “It’s time to fetch Edwin.

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