Female NovelChapter 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 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.
Mark switched off the gas stove, his gaze deep and intense as he gently caressed her face.
It had been ages since he'd allowed himself to look at her this way.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Her skin, warm and inviting under his touch, felt like his sanctuary.
Cecilia's voice, quivering, called out to him.
Overwhelmed, he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate French kiss.
She staggered, finding support against the kitchen counter.
Angela's Library Their kisses were fervent, repeated.
Ultimately, they went no further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her tears a silent stream.
Mark's hand brushed through her long hair, comforting her.
After a prolonged silence, he softly proposed, “You must be hungry.
I'll prepare something for us.” “Okay,” she replied, her eyes reddened from crying.
Gently patting her shoulder, Mark suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll eat once you're done.” Cecilia complied.
Moments later, in the master bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade over her face to regain her composure.
The mirror reflected her visage.