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!”

and her legs almost couldn’t stand

know what

She felt ashamed.

couldn’t lied to

it by calling him

closer and

“….

Mark” Tears welled up in Cecilia’s

Mark nodded.

of her head and pressed his

then he

stopped fighting and let him do what he

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