NovelBarMark tried to carry her in his arms, but she pushed him away before he could touch her.
“I can walk by myself,” she insisted.
With a faint smile, Mark sat on the sofa by the window. Then, he grabbed a nearby newspaper and began reading.
“Your clothes are in the cloakroom,” he told her while reading.
“Change your clothes and freshen up.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCecilia nodded and went into the bathroom.
After a while, Mark could hear the sound of her brushing her teeth from inside.
He then put down his newspaper and perked his ears, listening intently to the sound.
He hadn’t enjoyed the mundane aspects of life this much for a very long time.
Cecilia quickly freshened up and went to the cloakroom to change her clothes.
She hadn’t taken away her clothes when she moved out. Although they might be out of style, now she had no choice but to make do with them.
However, when she opened the door, she was stunned by what she saw.
To her surprise, the whole closet was filled with new clothes. Not only were they new, they were also from her favorite brands. On top of that, these clothes were fitted for her age.
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One by one, she started sifting them, feeling their fabric between her fingertips.
As she did, a warm feeling spread in her chest that made her eyes moist.
Mark must have had prepared these for her in advance. But why? What was the point?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCecilia changed her clothes silently and walked out.
When she got out, Mark was still sat on the sofa, looking at her.
A shaft of sunlight pierced the glass window behind Mark, bathing him in a golden light. Although she could not see his expression, she thought that at this particular moment, he looked absolutely dashing.
“Let’s go have breakfast,” he told her before standing up.
Before he could take another step, Cecilia stopped him and said, “Mark, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”
Mark already had an idea what she was going to say. After thinking for a while, he returned to the sofa and sat down.
Cecilia, on the other hand, remained standing by the door of the cloakroom.
She took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts. Then, she finally said, “Last night, I was drunk. No matter what I did, that shouldn’t have given you an excuse to take off your clothes and lie down with me. Mark, we’re both adults. We both know that what happened last night doesn’t change a single thing.”
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