NovelBarAfter a spell of indecision, Mark steered towards the house on Gamous Road.
Taking her to the Evans villa in her current state would only distress Edwin and earn Zoey’s ceaseless chiding.
Gently caressing Cecilia’s face, he murmured, “We’re heading home.”
Thirty minutes elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s entrance.
Cecilia stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar surroundings.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Where are we?” she inquired, disoriented.
A noise punctuated the silence.
Mark released his seat belt, leaning across to do the same for her, his voice a soft murmur, “It’s the place we once called home.”
Another vehicle approached, its high beams intrusive.
Cecilia shielded her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and visibly alluring.
“Why don’t I recall the place we once lived?” she probed.
In the closeness, Mark was enveloped by her scent.
It was a unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with floral notes.
A dormant desire within Mark quietly awakened…
At this moment, Mark really wanted to hug Cecilia.
Thankfully, he was able to restrain himself.
“You won’t forget about it,” he whispered in her ear.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter all, this apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that she would never forget it.
Cecilia put down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at something far away.
After a while, a smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let out a forlorn sigh.
“What’s the point of remembering any of it?” she muttered to herself.
She said it again, and this time, her voice almost cracked.
Mark couldn’t help but feel saddened whenever he saw that pitiful look on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this point, she wasn’t completely inebriated yet and still had some energy to resist.
“No! I won’t go!
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