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.

time, he realized reconciliation wouldn’t bring sheer

a profound sorrow engulfed

the gas stove, his gaze deep and intense as he gently caressed

he’d allowed himself to

under his touch, felt

voice, quivering, called

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a

staggered, finding support against the

were fervent,

no further than that

his

her long hair,

silence, he softly proposed, “You

something for

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