She didn’t dare to move, lest she touch him.

Only now did she notice that this man wasn’t as thin as she thought—he wasn’t that strong, but he had firm, well-defined muscles.

Standing this close to each other, she felt his warmth.

Mark knew women well.

He felt her uneasiness, so he gently touched her head.

“Scared?” he asked gently.

Cecilia whimpered in response.

Cupping her face with both hands, Mark ordered in a low voice, “Call me ‘Uncle Mark’, and we’ll stop this.

“U-Uncle… Mark… Uncle Mark!”

were trembling, and her legs almost couldn’t stand on

didn’t know what was

She felt ashamed.

she couldn’t

liked him, despite denying it by calling him “Uncle

face inched closer and

“….

you ‘Uncle Mark” Tears welled up

Mark nodded.

her head

a little resistant, but then he whispered,

and let him do

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