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!”

legs

what

She felt ashamed.

couldn’t lied to

despite denying it by calling

inched closer and

“….

Mark” Tears welled up in Cecilia’s

Mark nodded.

he gently held the back of her head and pressed his

little resistant, but then he

fighting and let him do what

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