Yet, she refrained from intervening on Elaine’s behalf. Cecilia understood that if Mark hadn’t been vigilant that day, he could have suffered irreparable harm. By then, no one would show sympathy; they would only label him dissolute and turn such a tragedy into idle gossip.
It was at that moment Cecilia realized Mark still harbored lingering fear.
Mark had his loved ones.
He cherished Cecilia and their children, and he felt compassion for Zoey. He was deeply worried for the people he held dear in his life.
Cecilia’s gaze drifted to the extinguished cigarette, a desire to indulge him tugging at her.
However, Mark gripped her waist and pinned her against the cool windowpane.
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His straight nose brushed tenderly against her neck as he uttered in a raspy tone, “I told you I was fine, but you still deprived me of your touch for a whole week. Cecilia, I take good care of myself, but at the meantime, I’m not a fragile soul that shatters with a single caress.”
Having spent considerable time with him, Cecilia understood his thoughts well.
She blushed and averted her gaze, her voice tinged with a hint of unease.
“I never stopped you from touching me,” Cecilia asserted.
Mark remained still, his eyes penetrating and intense.
Cecilia had just taken a shower and draped herself in a rose-red silk bathrobe. Her allure was undeniable, especially with her long, slender legs.
Mark’s hand went down, deftly undoing the belt cinched around her waist.
She advanced toward him, biting her lower lip, and she assumed a slightly coquettish demeanor.
“It’s cold.”
Mark cradled her in his arms as he adjusted the thermostat.
Warmth flooded the room as the heating system hummed to life. Beads of sweat soon began to glisten on her delicate form.
“Are you still cold?” Mark whispered in her ear.
Cecilia clung to him, her embrace fervent.
She found herself incapable of forming a coherent response. Heat enveloped her, and everything before her appeared hazy, with only Mark’s presence etched vividly in her mind.
When their passionate encounter finally came to an end, the clock had struck one in the morning.
Cradled in Mark’s arms, it took Cecilia some time to regain her composure. She murmured softly, “I think that love potion you took days ago is still working its magic.”
Mark let out a small chuckle.
His fingers traced lightly along her slender shoulder as he whispered in a soft, soothing tone, “I’m going to take a shower.”