Female NovelChapter 2055 Slightly agitated, Mark curtly signaled for the doctor's exit.
Undeterred, the doctor jovially remarked on the ambiance, hinting at Mark's supposed romantic side.
Eventually, Mark's firm stance ushered the doctor away.
Returning to the room, Mark seated himself at the bed's edge, attentively observing Cecilia.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
He felt the urge to be productive, prompting him to prepare a meal in the kitchen. He meticulously cooked some light soup and a few side dishes, catering to someone with a fever.
Once done, he resumed his position by Cecilia's side, patiently waiting for her to awaken.
By the time Cecilia's eyes fluttered open, the clock indicated it was nearing midnight.
She felt distinctly unwell, a cold perspiration drenching her back.
Concern evident in his eyes, Mark gently inquired, “How are you feeling?” Weak and overwhelmed, Cecilia merely gazed at him.
Silence engulfed the room.
Their thoughts Lingered on Mark's earlier words, the tension palpable.
Mustering strength, Cecilia finally voiced her desire to shower.
Mark, wary of her fever, suggested a more cautious approach.
“You shouldn't shower right now. Let me help you freshen up with a damp towel.” However, Cecilia was insistent, rising to retrieve her pajamas from the cloakroom.
Opting not to lock the door as she showered, the ambient sounds from the bathroom were audible in the bedroom where Mark patiently waited.
Upon the cessation of running water, indicating the end of her shower, Mark entered. He approached just as Cecilia was about to towel off.
Wordlessly, he took the towel from her grasp, tending to her with gentle motions.
He ventured cautiously, “Are you upset?” She didn’t respond verbally but reached out for a second towel, a move halted by Mark.
Gently, he enveloped her with a dry towel, cradling her from behind.
Softly, he whispered reassurances into her ear, hoping to bridge the widening rift.
Cecilia pivoted to face him, avoiding the sensitive topic, she remarked, “I'm hungry.”