Female NovelI don’t want to go in!”
A gust of chilly wind blew past them.
Mark leaned closer, his face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go while looking like this?”
Then, with a strong kick, he shut the car door and headed towards the elevator.
Cecilia had no more strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung to him like a koala.
While the elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded her eyes.
Mark’s familiar and pleasant smell wafted up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still a sweet couple who snuck out and dated in secret every week.
As the memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to moisten.
There were times where she felt completely wasted, but there were also times she felt like she was sober.
The common denominator between those two states was the great discomfort she felt right now.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Only when she had alcohol in her system could she dare to bury her face in Mark’s shoulder.
Tears began to roll down her eyes.
“Uncle Mark,” she murmured. Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed like a lost child.
All this was more than enough to make Mark’s heart crack.
The elevator doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment, he took out the key and opened the door.
Everything inside had remained the same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still had someone clean it once in a while.
Mark carried Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her on the bed.
Although the bed was soft, her body was much softer.
Seeing her almost unconscious body in the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her long hair from her forehead.
Cecilia’s eyes were closed, and her breathing was even.
There was something adorable with the way her chest rose and fell.
Mark hadn’t held her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was a man who had needs.
“Cecilia,” he gently called her name.
Slowly, Cecilia opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of this large man whose eyes were burning with lust.