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 voice, his own emotions

and the knowledge that it would be difficult for him to walk

she called him

had referred to him as “Uncle Mark” before, it excited and thrilled

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call him by his name, he felt the weight of their history together—a history that

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her tenderly, their bodies seeking solace

physical pain but of sorrow and

of night, he indulged himself in this

because she couldn’t help calling him ‘Uncle Mark’ later that

surrendered to their dormant love and affection, their passion reignited like gasoline meeting a flame—irresistible

Cecilia woke up

handsome face magnified before

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