âHer fever is almost gone,â she said.
âGo in and have a look.
â
Unsure whether what he had heard was real, Mark looked at Cecilia for a while before he entered.
Looking at Olivia and how peacefully she slept, it was hard to believe that this same girl was making such a big fuss last night.
She had a light pink pajama on, with her body positioned sideways on the bed, while a wisp of her curly brown hair rested on the pillow.
She was an adorable sight to behold.
Mark slowly reached out his hand and brushed Oliviaâs cheek with his finger.
Then, he bent down to ki*s her.
Just like what Cecilia had said, her fever had gone down.
Mark exhaled a sigh of relief.
Then, he realized that it was no longer appropriate for him to stay in Ceciliaâs bedroom.
While Mark badly wanted Cecilia for himself, he also didnât want others to gossip about her.
After all, she was already in a relationship with Thomas.
If ever they broke up in the future, the reason must be because they werenât right for each other, not because she had an unusual relationship with her ex-husband.
As Mark gazed lovingly at Oliviaâs sleeping face, he couldnât help but feel the softness of her skin before turning around to leave.
This surprised Cecilia.
Before he could cross the threshold, he turned around and said, âThomas may come later.
It wonât be convenient for you if I stay here, which is why Iâm leaving.
â
Upon hearing this, Ceciliaâs hands balled into fists.
She looked up at him, wanting to say something, but the words never came.
In the end, she decided to give up and keep quiet instead.
Mark, on the other hand, stretched out his arm, wanting to touch her head as gently as he did before-both as an elder and as a lover.
But after a while, he thought twice about it and put his hand down.
As he made his way downstairs, the soft light of the morning sun passed through the glass window and fell on his back.
From afar, Cecilia just stood and watched him Leave.
She knew what he was thinking.
He also understood her intentions.
They were under the same roof, and yet, they couldnât get close to each other.
They had shared so many memories, but they had to cut them off and force themselves to forget them and move on.
âMark,â Cecilia called.
She sank her head as though she was unable to face him.
âTake⦠Take good care of yourself.
â