Experiencing a mixture of shyness and anger, her cheeks were stained with a subtle hint of redness.

Noticing how rosy her cheeks were, Mark's Adam's apple rolled up and down, feeling more aroused.

Cecilia was an open book, and Mark knew exactly what she was thinking.

He did not bother to restrain himself and instead leaned forward. The heat that came from his body warmed Cecilia even more, causing her to feel as if she were going crazy. In a soft voice, she cried,

“Don't... Don't do that!"

Mark ignored her and started to caress her, running his fingers on her neck.

Her skin was tender. When his fingers grazed her skin, she turned hot as he did.

"Aren't you hot?"

He took off her coat and threw it on the sofa.

Cecilia flustered and turned her head away. She did not want him to keep on touching her.

“I'm still mad at you!"

Mark stopped. His gaze was intense and unfathomable.

He lifted his hand slowly and started gently caressing her face.

Then, he whispered, "Cecilia, it's true that Cathy and I were in a relationship when I was younger. I won't deny that I once had feelings for her, but those were all in the past. We had already split ways."

Cecilia's lips trembled, but she did not say a word.

Even though she believed that he was telling the truth, she was still upset upon seeing Cathy, Mark's first love, presenting him a gift in front of her.

Worse still, Cathy had worked by his side for four years. Now that they had reconciled, how come Cathy was still in the picture?

Cecilia was not articulate enough to argue with him.

Mark expertly coaxed her by expressing his unwavering feelings toward her. Then, he carried her to the sofa and pressed her down to gently kiss her.

He started to lick and kiss the tears that stained her face.