Mark's face flushed with embarrassment. He lay there despondently, covering his eyes with his palm...

In the soft embrace of the bedsheet, Cecilia's graceful figure remained concealed, adorned with marks left by Mark just moments ago.

Tears welled in Cecilia's eyes, flowing down her cheeks.

Her emotions were a blend of sorrow and fear, intertwining within her troubled heart.

After a prolonged silence, Mark shielded his swollen eyes and spoke up in hushed tones.

"Leave after lunch. Don't return here. Listen, Cecilia, | no longer desire you.”

With each passing moment, her sobs grew fainter, the pain numbing her spirit.

In that posture, she remained there for an extended period, slowly curling up once again.

She had no appetite, feeling too embarrassed to face anyone outside in such a situation.

Eventually, she mustered the strength to sit up and started dressing herself.

Though her hands trembled, she diligently put on her clothes, gradually getting out of bed.

Mark also rose from the bed.

Gently touching her elbow, he said with a hoarse voice, "Go have your lunch. Afterward, I'll arrange a car to take you to the airport.”

In the next moment, she slapped his hand away.

Softly, Cecilia replied, "I'm fine. | can manage on my own."

Mark's hand froze in mid-air, hesitating for some time before finally lowering it. He wanted to say more but restrained himself.

It was for the best that she decided to leave.

What else could he do? Even if he saw her off, what difference would it make?

The air hung heavy with silence. Cecilia's hand gripped the doorknob firmly. In that instant, she knew all too well that after this parting, they would never be together again, and she would never call him Uncle Mark.

It was the end.

To him, she was merely another romantic affair, yet she had genuinely fallen in love with him.

Even so, Cecilia realized at this moment that she harbored no regrets.