GoodReadMark’s heart twinged.
Cecilia’s departure was forestalled by Mark’s grasp, his hand producing a cigarette.
Only half of it was smoked before it was snuffed out.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis Lips descended upon hers in a deep, intense kiss, laden with a yearning that lingered in the air.
Initially resistant, Cecilia’s resistance gradually softened.
But her eyes glistened with tears.
Mark desisted, his forehead meeting hers, his touch tender as he smoothed her dress.
He had failed her, burdening her with enough pain.
The year’s end loomed with a looming project deadline, yet Mark shied away from making promises he feared he couldn’t keep.
After a lengthy silence, he murmured, “Don’t let Edwin see this. He might think I’m picking on you.”
Cecilia’s frustration materialized in a playful punch to his shoulder.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPushing the door ajar, she departed.
Mark trailed after her, observing her entrance to the car. Her assistant occupied the front, a young boy likely from the studio accompanying them.
Mark’s gaze remained locked on Cecilia.
Eventually, the car vanished from sight.
Returning to the villa’s grand hall, Mark found Waylen perched on a sofa.
Seated across from him, Mark inquired in a low voice. “Have you regained your memory?”
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