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

profound sorrow engulfed

deep and intense as he gently caressed her

ages since he’d allowed himself to look at her

warm and inviting under his touch, felt like his

quivering, called out

capturing her lips in a passionate French

finding support

ki*ses were fervent,

went no further

on his shoulder, her tears a

her

silence, he softly proposed,

prepare something

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