Mark was behaved.

Since his return, he hadn't overstepped any boundaries or made any flirtatious comments.

They were behaving like a typical divorced couple.

Their shared connection was their children.

When the elevator doors opened, Mark took a few steps toward the door and said, “The keys are in my pocket. Get them for me."

Cecilia reached into his upper pocket.

They were in close proximity.

He could smell her body wash's fragrance and the distinct scent of a mature woman on her.

He remembered that scent very well.

Cecilia tried to retrieve the keys from his pocket, but her hand couldn't find them. She looked up and said, “There are no keys in there."

Mark was likely feeling dizzy.

He raised his head slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed subtly. It was quite captivating.

He gazed down at her.

After a while, he said, “They're in the pocket of my trousers."

Cecilia held him with one hand and reached into his trouser pocket, finding a set of keys.

However, she had barely touched the keys when he held her hand down.

“What are you doing?" Cecilia looked up and asked in a hushed tone, as if she was afraid of disturbing the neighbors.

Mark held her hand firmly through the thin layer of fabric.

He even caressed her hand gently, running his fingers along it slowly and affectionately.

He had a fever.