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

profound sorrow

stove, his gaze deep and

been ages since he’d allowed himself

inviting under his touch,

quivering, called out

her lips in a passionate French

finding support against the kitchen

ki*ses were

went no further than

rested her head on his shoulder, her

through her long hair, comforting

softly proposed,

something for

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