NovelBarCecilia held her tongue.
It had been ages since she’d used that term of endearment. As time passed and she aged, their relationship evolved into what it had become. She could no longer address him as “honey.”
Their bond had grown distant following their disagreements.
They were still romantically involved during the Christmas holiday.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMark was genuinely hungry, so he devoured all the not-so-tasty instant noodles.
Next, he pulled out a cigarette.
The urge to smoke was there, but not wanting to taint the air around her, he refrained from lighting up.
Mark’s voice softened as he looked at her, “Why don’t you come over here? I want to hug you.”
Cecilia didn’t move toward him. Instead, it was Mark who closed the distance between them.
He embraced her, planting soft kisses in her hair, over her eyes, and onto her lips…
His kisses were tender and slow.
As he intensified the kiss, Cecilia pulled back and declared with her red, teary eyes that she didn’t want to do it.
Mark sensed she was still mad at him.
He pressed his lips to hers gently and murmured, “Kissing you is all I want. Cecilia, it’s not just you who’s upset about what transpired between us. I’m struggling too.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCecilia turned her head aside, a flush of depression on her cheeks.
Until now, he hadn’t provided her with a clear response. In reality, she was already aware of his decision.
He would still choose to look after Laura, the child whose parents were Cathy and Paul.
Cecilia lacked the energy to engage in an argument with him.
She calmed down for a brief moment and spoke softly.
“I’ve grown accustomed to not having you by my side during these years. Edwin doesn’t spend a lot of time with you. Mark, we don’t need to…”
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