When they arrived at the apartment, it was already ten o'clock.

Mark was on his best behavior.

He asked her to sit on the sofa while he cut some fruits for her.

Then, he handed her a tablet PC so that she could watch a drama series or whatever she liked while he was in the kitchen.

Cecilia didn’t know whether she had made the right decision or not.

But now that she was here, there was no use thinking it over anymore.

She made herself comfortable in the sofa as she watched the TV show on the tablet. From time to time, her eyes would wander and catch a glimpse of Mark.

Angela's Library From the corner of her eyes, she noticed how well-maintained Mark's physique was.

Although he was in his 40s, the shape of his body was just as good when she first met him.

Before she knew it, Cecilia found herself staring at him as though she was in a trance.

Mark took out a glass of milk. When he saw her in a daze, he gently pinched her cheek and told her, “Have a glass of milk first.

Cecilia shook her head.

“I've already had a candy. I'll definitely get fatter if I have milk now as well as midnight snacks later.” She anticipated Mark to say that she wasn't fat.

Instead, he looked at her and smiled. His eyes looked deep, as if staring at them would cause her to drown.

“I think you're worried that you might not look as good on camera. If that's what you're worried about, then from now on, I'll cook you nutritious food low on calories.” Hearing this, Cecilia pursed her lips before they slowly curved into a smile.

Mark lowered his head and kissed her again.

“I want to do you so badly,” he whispered in her ear.

“But not today.” What? As Cecilia watched him walk back to the kitchen, memories of the past flashed in her mind. For a second, she thought she had been transported Koos Mark was wearing a white shirt and iron gray suit pants.

The hem of his shirt was neatly tucked in, accentuating his strong waist. Cecilia thought that her arms fitted perfectly around his waist.

Cecilia was not a naive girl anymore.

She thought she being here was already dropping hints to Mark.

But now, she wanted to make it even clearer.

Without making a noise, she walked over and hugged him from behind.

As soon as he felt her arms wrapped around him, Mark’s body stiffened. After a while, a gentle smile broke on his face.

“This will still take some time. Are you hungry already?” She buried her face in Mark's back.

“Mark,” she murmured.

“Do you want to clarify our relationship this time?” Mark gulped as he nodded.

“How about you be my girlfriend? That way, I'll be under your scrutiny. If you are not satisfied with me, then you can dump me any time you want.” As Cecilia heard these words, she almost burst into tears.

She pressed her face harder against his back and muttered, “During this period, I won't be going on any blind date, while you are not allowed to be close to any married woman. Got it?” Mark smiled.

“Got it. I have a girlfriend and I'm not available anymore.” For a while, Cecilia remained silent.

At this moment, Mark was starting to feel his back moisten. He turned around and held her hand.

“Shh... Don't cry, Cecilia,” he comforted her in a hoarse, soothing tone.

“Don’t cry.” Mark felt an urge to turn around.

But Cecilia's grip tightened, her embrace so intense that her nails dug into his skin.

Her body quivered uncontrollably.

In that instant, Mark's resolve wavered, and tears threatened to fall.

Life had thrown myriad challenges his way, teaching him to maintain a facade of tranquility. However, the heartfelt sobbing of the woman he cherished shook his composure.

“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 pains gone.” Finally, Mark rotated, his eyes meeting Cecilia's tear-streaked face.

For the first time, he realized reconciliation wouldn't bring sheer joy.

Instead, a profound sorrow engulfed him.

gaze deep and intense as he

ages since he'd allowed himself to look at

skin, warm and inviting under his touch, felt

called

her lips in a passionate French

finding support

Library Their kisses

further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his

brushed through her

softly proposed, “You

prepare something for us.” “Okay,” she replied, her eyes

her shoulder, Mark suggested, “Freshen up in

in the master bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade

mirror reflected her

Her eyes were tinged

Cecilia caught her breath.

time since she'd last blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the years, he alone had the power to stir such profound emotion

to move on, to explore

a fresh

had pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past Mark because her feelings for

heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating with

let's eat,” Mark invited, his

with a simple

doorway. She

against the door, he lowered

complexion... it's

still tinged with red, betrayed her emotions as she added, “I don’t want to rush things between us."

was a proficient cook, preparing a meal that included

Cecilia indulged heartily.

camera.” In response, Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering it with a reassurance, “This is a one-time indulgence. I'll prepare a

lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of the tastefully adorned

natural consequence, and Cecilia

the distance between them, to compensate for

three years of silence, coupled with significant age

appeared to be their discussions about

a brief exchange,

a subdued tone, she requested, “When you see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier” “It's on me,” Mark interjected, playfully

apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark

their interactions, leaving little room for verbal communication. Now, a

“Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia harbored no

a shared life; pretense was unnecessary when

attended to the dishes, Cecilia opted

the window, initiating a call home,

was faint, a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of

the

unease

felt as though she was with a man for the

stunning,” Mark complimented

blush crept

the bathroom. Soon, the sound of

bed was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i

bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled body

coolness made Cecilia shiver; she instinctively curled into his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual affirmation concerned her,

hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing to worry

Cecilia fell silent.

until he presumed she had withdrawn

out,

her face into the crook of his

confessed, “Actually, if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold shower.” Mark remained silent,

warmth spread from

each wary of betraying their desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and soon their breaths quickened

resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled

free hand began to ease her bathrobe

voice, vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as she

He answered without words.

setting it aside before his lips eagerly found hers

moonlight bathed

shadows danced

their bodies merged, the night air

the

the time their passion subsided, the clock struck

on his shoulder, her raven tresses

intimate reconnection promised to accelerate the

she caressed his warm skin, her voice a soft

years, did you ever think of me?” “Every single day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for the unborn child within you,” Mark confessed,

cross your mind?” he inquired, lowering his gaze to meet

fond and painful, but you were always there, in my thoughts.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY Mark pressed

you have work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my mom

I'l accompany you to

Cecilia's smile was faint.

do you have the courage to go see my parents?” she

the darkness, Mark's voice carried

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