Female NovelMark stared at Cecilia as the tears falling from her eyes.
They had been involved for so many years that he knew exactly what she was thinking.
Not to mention, she was also much younger than him.
She loved him, but at the same time, she also hated him.
This conflicting feeling of love and hate was the bane of her existence, torturing her to no end.
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Mark caressed Cecilia’s face and traced the outline of her jaw with his fingertips. He leaned closer to her ear and, in a gentle voice, he whispered, “Cecilia, don’t cry.”
He didn’t force her.
When he lowered his hand, he closed his eyes as a wave of discomfort began to engulf him.
He wasn’t pretending. The passionate kiss that he had just given her was all he could manage for now.
Even if she was willing to go on, he longer had any energy left.
Cecilia grabbed his wrist and guided him onto the sofa.
Then, she went to the kitchen and boiled some water for him. To her surprise, she found that there was already water in the kettle.
Not only that, but the fridge was also full of her favorite foods!
As soon as she saw them, she quickly looked away. She then poured him a glass of water and said, “Here, drink this. Peter will be bringing a doctor here soon. Just wait.”
When Mark took the glass from her, their fingers happened to touch.
“Will you leave when he comes?” he asked her.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Cecilia nodded.
“I have to go home.”
Once Mark was holding the glass of water, she tried pulling her hand away, but at that moment, he felt his slender fingers tighten their grip on the glass. For a second, it seemed that he wanted to hold onto her for much longer, but in the end, he relented and pulled his arm back.
Mark drank half a glass of water.
He let out a tired sigh as he closed his eyes. His fatigue was evident from his demeanor.
Cecilia had already asked about his condition.
Although he had almost recovered, he still needed to preserve his health. As such, he wasn’t allowed to smoke nor drink. He also couldn’t catch a cold or develop a fever.
Noticing his slightly drenched coat, she urged softly, “Mark, take off your clothes.”