Chapter 1923 “Cecilia,” he uttered, his voice laced with emotion.

She offered no response, her face pressed against his back. He was leaner now, but his frame was actually more robust than during his illness.

After what felt like an eternity, her voice, barely above a whisper, broke the silence.

“Does it still hurt?” “The pains gone.” Finally, Mark rotated, his eyes meeting Cecilia's tear-streaked face.

For the first time, he realized reconciliation wouldn't bring sheer joy.

profound sorrow

gaze deep and intense as

allowed himself to look at her

and inviting under his touch,

quivering, called out

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate French kiss. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

staggered, finding support against the kitchen

Their kisses were

that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her

brushed through her long

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