But why was he here? She wondered.

Had they not split up? How on Earth did he get into her house?

Cecilia tried to shake her head, but she still couldn't think straight at the moment. She only knew that she didn't want Mark to hold her the way he was holding her. No, she didn't want to have such level of intimacy with him again.

She pushed him away from her, but she was unable to sit up or even get off the bed.

Mark was still hovering above her, unable to control himself.

She was too irresistible for him. And it was easy for him to do whatever he wanted with her.

Cecilia turned her head aside and covered her face in embarrassment.

"Mark, how did I even fall in love with you?" she murmured.

Mark's body stiffened immediately.

ALL the lust had gone out of him in an instant.

The only thing left was guilt.

He looked up at the girl he had always Loved. But unfortunately, now she only had resentment felt for him. There was just no affection at all.

But Mark was not willing to give up so easily.

He pulled her hands away from her face and began to kiss her all over her face.

Cecilia burst into tears.

The tears streamed down her face, wetting his face too.

Mark too had tears in his eyes.

He could see that Cecilia was now sufficiently sober, but she still didn't want to look at him.

So he put his mouth to her ear and said in a low and hoarse whisper, "Cecilia, can you talk to me? We haven't had a nice conversation in a very long time. Whenever I call you, you always claim to be too busy to talk. I always want to see you, but I don't want to upset you. Tell me, how can I make you forgive me?"

His heart was aching badly, desperately seeking for her love.