Chapter 1942 It was then that they could be assured it wasn't a mere dream.

Cecilia stopped crying.

As she grew mature, she didn't wish to display weakness in his presence.

How could Mark not understand her? To him, she remained a mere child, and even when she feigned composure, he could discern her true feelings in an instant.

Mark carefully carried her to the bed.

cocooned her within the blanket, akin to a caterpillar in

the shoulder and quipped, “I'm feeling

“Your feet are cold.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY He couldn't fathom why her feet felt so chilly in the midst of summer when she had

palm. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

radiated heat, making her

minor

in Rouemn? Rena never told me. And I lacked the

been

had gone without sustenance for a month,

at photographs of Cecilia and Edwin. After Olivia's birth, he added Olivia's

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