GoodReadChapter 2113 A blush tinged Cecilia's cheeks.
Her lips parted slightly, hesitantly murmuring, “Not here, please.” Mark, with a soft touch, brushed her lips with his own.
He gazed into her eyes, asking in a hushed tone, “Where would you prefer?” Overwhelmed by his directness, Cecilia wrapped her arms around his neck, playfully suggesting, “Let's move to the bedroom.” Lifting her in his arms, Mark continued to kiss her, walking towards their bedroom.
The tension and worries of the night had dissipated, giving way to a night filled with romance and connection.
The bedroom door swung open and then shut behind them.
Cecilia found herself gently laid upon the soft bed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe night evolved into a tender, loving exploration of each other.
Mark reveled in the warmth and closeness, dedicating himself to cherishing and making her feel joyous and loved.
“Mark,” she whispered, her quivering voice laced with emotion, as the intensity of their connection peaked.
In the aftermath, she rested her head on his shoulder, tears of deep emotion glistening in her eyes.
Breathing heavily, she uttered, “I love you.” Mark responded with a gentle intensity, his fingers threading through her hair, kissing her like crazy.
Their expressions of love and passion continued, each marking the other as theirs in a profound trance of affection and belonging.
Came dawn, Cecilia stirred within the cocoon of Mark's embrace.
A mild ache resonated in her body, a testament to the night's intensity, yet her heart brimmed with contentment. She snuggled closer within his embrace, inhaling the crisp, clean scent of him.
As Mark awoke and affectionately pulled her closer, his kiss was a promise of a new day.
Cecilia playfully resisted, but their shared laughter was cut short by the ringing of Mark's phone.
It was Korbyn.
Answering the call, Mark listened to Korbyn's urgent voice.
“You two need to come back immediately. | don't care what you're doing right now; make your way here right this instance!” Mark couldn't help but sense that Korbyn, somehow aware of the previous night's events, was intent on asserting some authority.
Korbyn'’s affection for Olivia was no secret.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt seemed he now sought to impart a lesson to both Mark and Cecilia.
After ending the call, Mark exchanged a knowing look with Cecilia.
Rising from the bed, he sighed and said with a sense of urgency, “Get dressed. We should head back.” Cecilia, looking slightly anxious, recalled how her father’s affections had always been generously bestowed upon her.
Yet, his fondness for Olivia now took precedence...
Sensing her unease, Mark kissed her reassuringly.
“Don’t worry. 'm with you. Should your father decide we need reprimanding, I'll be right beside you.” Cecilia couldn't help but retort with a mix of humor and scorn, “Look at you! Once so formidable, now you're almost meek before my father.” Mark responded while softly caressing her waist, “I have my reasons.
After all, 'm deeply in love with his daughter.” The reality of their life together, marked by the birth of their two children, loomed large in his heart.
Cecilia's frustration showed in a flushed face.
“You're impossible,” she chided, though her tone lacked true severity.
Mark's smile was tinged with a hint of affectionate resignation.
“In all likelihood, your father probably just wants to see the kids and uses this as an excuse to make us come over.” Underneath it all, Mark harbored a more significant intent. He was planning to propose the marriage to Cecilia's parents, a gesture that signified his deep commitment and love for her.
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