Time seemed to lose its meaning as they lay entangled, their clothes in disarray beneath the bed.

Tears glistened in Cecilia’s eyes as she felt a hint of sobriety mixed with a daze.

Her slender fingers gently caressed Mark’s handsome features, and she whispered hoarsely, “Mark, no one can bully me.

In her heart, he was the only one, from beginning to end!

She cried like a little girl, her heart torn between wanting him close and feeling wronged.

Mark gently brushed his slender fingers against her glamorous face, trying to comfort her.

“Don’t cry, Cecilia.

a low

between staying with her and the knowledge

called him “Mark,”

she seldom used, and when she had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before,

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name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that involved

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her tenderly, their bodies seeking

tears were not of physical pain but of

cover of night, he indulged himself in this tender moment of

‘Uncle Mark’ later that he couldn’t suppress his lust

to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited

broke, Cecilia woke

handsome face magnified before her,

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