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.

a profound

off the gas stove, his gaze deep and intense as he gently caressed

ages since he'd allowed himself to look

warm and inviting under his touch, felt like his

voice, quivering, called out to

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finding support against the kitchen

Library Their kisses

rested her head on his shoulder, her

through her long

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