Chapter 1943

“I recall one New Year’s Eve when I woke up, and Peter brought some pumpkin pies.

I had a strong craving for them.

“Did you manage to have some?”

Mark chuckled.

“Yes.

Just one bite.

that, Mark abruptly switched off the

her blanket and gently

grasped at

of the covers, her face flushed crimson and felt

room was shrouded

lay beside her, his fingers

him as

with an indescribable romance, as he whispered,

Longer

choosing silence as her

nature

Mark gazed at her

leaned in gradually and tenderly said in a low

cheeks felt like burning up

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