Chapter 1697


    He extinguished his cigarette and returned to the bedroom.


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    Sure enough, Cecilia was still awake.


    Her long, ck hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, making her look striking as she


    leaned against the headboard.


    Mark ced his phone on the nightstand.


    He leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips, noting that they felt slightly dry.


    He asked softly, “Don’t you have work tomorrow morning? If you don’t get some sleep, how will you


    manage during the day?”


    Cecilia didn’t resist, and instead, nestled closer to him, resting her head on his chest. S?a?*?h the


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    They stayed that way for a long time until his shirt became damp and ufortable.


    Mark gently stroked her hair and then kissed her once more.


    Cecilia trembled slightly.


    Their kiss deepened, as if it was their souls connecting. In that moment, neither of them needed words


    tomunicate.


    The following morning, Cecilia awoke to find herself alone in bed.


    She assumed Mark had already left for work.


    When she descended the stairs, she was surprised to find Mark still at home.


    He was dressed in a Light brown sweater and dark coffee casual pants, exuding a gentle and elegant


    demeanor.


    He was having breakfast with Edwin. When he saw Ceciliaing down, he shed a warm smile and


    said, “Let’s take Edwin to kindergarten together.”


    Cecilia took a seat and brushed her long hair back.


    “I have a morningmercial shoot today,” she replied.


    Mark handed her a ss of warm milk and offered, “I’ll drive you to the setter.”


    Cecilia took a sip of milk and regarded Mark.


    She whispered, “You don’t have to do this.”


    The previous night, she had given him the phone out of sympathy, not wanting him to feel guilty.


    If Laura’s presence didn’t disrupt Cecilia and Edwin’s life with Mark, she might have turned a blind eye


    to it. But she still couldn’t ept any involvement with the girl.


    Mark remained silent, gently stroking Cecilia’s hair.