Cecilia put away the towel, straightened up, and turned to face him.
She smirked.
âMake it up? What do you intend to compensate us with?
A villa, some jewelry, or a wedding that held little significance in your life?
Mark, my family has all those things.
Even if we donât, I can earn a living and provide Edwin with a good life on my own.
I didnât stop you from taking Edwin to bond with you because he likes you, and you are his father.
But what have you done for him?
So what Cathyâs daughter canât speak?
Couldnât you have taken Edwin to kindergarten before going to the hospital? Couldnât you see how disappointed your own son was?
No, you saw it.
You just⦠You just donât love him that much.
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After saying that, Cecilia smiled faintly and continued, âMark, you shouldnât have resigned.
You were perfectly suited for that job.
You are not a family man.
â
Cecilia pushed him away and tried to walk out.
Mark felt deeply saddened.
She didnât make it out the door.
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Mark suddenly had her body pinned to the door.
He grasped her wrists with one h
and, leaned over, and ki*sed her as though he were possessed.
She resisted, refusing to open her mouth.
Mark pinched her chin, forcing her to do so.
He ki*sed her passionately, his tongue delving into her mouth, hoping that the ki*s would rekindle her affection for their past.
But Cecilia felt nothing but disgust.
Markâs strength surpassed hers, and she couldnât break free, so she stopped struggling.
She allowed him to ki*s her.
The aftermath of their ki*s left her skin flushed.
The warmth of their entwined bodies grew intense.
Suddenly, Mark pulled away.