Chapter 2015 “So you're here as my chef now?” Returning her smile, Mark made his way to the kitchen.

The hum of the fridge broke the silence.

“I wanted to share a meal, but since you had other plans, I thought I'd join you here.” Cecilia chuckled. She wasn't exactly a star in the kitchen.

Her fridge was well-stocked though, thanks to diligent house staff.

She heard the rustle of ingredients.

Before she fully realized it, she found herself wrapping her arms around Mark, surprising even him.

behind him,

wine talking.” Mark tried to gauge her sincerity, pondering

felt delicate;

history-from a disrupted wedding to his illness, and finally to his return-they hadn't truly found solitude together. It seemed almost poetic

were grown-ups now, understanding that not everything

occasional sweet nothings, Mark prepared a

crafted. As they sat down, she sipped on the wine he'd brought, her cheeks tinting a rosy hue. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to

led her to the bedroom, her protests

their first intimate encounter at her

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