But she remained unmoved, marching to her bright red sports car and hopping in.
Mark slid into the passenger seat beside her.
Clicking her seatbelt, Cecilia glanced at him.
âDonât you have your own car, Mr.
Evans?â
Mark reclined casually, feigning helplessness, âDrivingâs become so tiresome lately.
I thought Iâd let the younger generation take the wheel.
â
Cecilia couldnât help but retort, âLazy much?â
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Markâs gaze lingered on her, the weight of their month-long separation heavy on his heart.
Her lingering frustration evident, Cecilia playfully nudged him with her foot.
âShouldnât you be back there, playing the doting knight to Elaine? Why are you following me?â
Elaine had nearly slipped Markâs mind.
After a couple of playful nudges from Cecilia, Mark teasingly grabbed her ankle.
Ceciliaâs cheeks flushed.
âWhat do you take me for, a dancer? That hurt! Now let go of my leg.
â
Her leg ached, almost as if sheâd strained it.
Mark, sensing her genuine discomfort, quickly released and began to massage her leg.
After a moment, Mark leaned in, planting a gentle ki*s, âBetter now?â
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Cecilia responded with silence, her annoyance palpable.
Mark brushed her cheek softly.
âYou were incredible back there.
Youâve grown into such a strong woman.
I feel like you could guard me now.
â
Cecilia frowned at his jest.
Was he having too much fun at her expense?
Without a word, Mark unbuckled and swapped seats with her.
After heâd been driving for a bit, Cecilia finally broke her reflective silence.