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.

realized reconciliation wouldn’t bring sheer

profound sorrow

stove, his gaze deep and intense

allowed himself to look at her

inviting under his

voice, quivering, called

forward, capturing her lips in

support against the kitchen

were

no further than

head on his shoulder, her tears a

brushed through her long hair,

silence, he softly proposed, “You must be

something for

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