Female NovelChapter 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.” Having said that, Mark abruptly switched off the light.
He slid under her blanket and gently lifted her clothes.
Cecilia swiftly grasped at the sheet.
As Mark got out of the covers, her face flushed crimson and felt feverish. Fortunately, the room was shrouded in darkness.
Mark lay beside her, his fingers delicately tracing her face.
She chided him as a scoundrel.
Yet Mark lowered his voice, laced with an indescribable romance, as he whispered, “I've always wanted to have a taste.” Cecilia could no Longer endure his teasing.
She turned her back, choosing silence as her response.
His flirtatious nature was rather undeniable.
In the darkness, Mark gazed at her slender shoulder and wore a subtle smile.
He leaned in gradually and tenderly said in a low voice, “Throughout those years, you were what I missed most.” Cecilia's cheeks felt like burning up once more.
She was both tempted and touched, yet occasionally, she suspected that his sweet words had been honed on many women, which ignited a spark of anger within her.
“I'm going to sleep,” she said.
Mark smiled and embraced her waist.
The night passed by, and Saturday morning came.
Zoey rose early, and the two children couldn't remain idle. They had been playing with flowers and grass in the yard since the early hours.
Edwin wielded a small shovel in his hand, displaying his youthful vigor.
Olivia donned a flowery hat.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org