Chapter 1923

“Cecilia,” he uttered, his voice laced with emotion.

She offered no response, her face pressed against his back.

He was leaner now, but his frame was actually more robust than during his illness.

After what felt like an eternity, her voice, barely above a whisper, broke the silence.

“Does it still hurt?”

“The pain’s gone.

Finally, Mark rotated, his eyes meeting Cecilia’s tear-streaked face.

he realized reconciliation wouldn’t

profound

his gaze deep and intense as he gently caressed

ages since he’d allowed himself to

warm and inviting under his touch, felt like

quivering, called out

he leaned forward, capturing her lips

staggered, finding support against the kitchen

ki*ses were fervent,

they went no further than

her head on his shoulder, her

brushed through her long

he softly proposed, “You

prepare something for

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