This man was someone she deeply loved, yet she also hate him just as much that she couldn't fathom how to treat him.

She had thought that if he didn't make advances on her, she could lead a peaceful life.

However, he had clearly demonstrated otherwise. He still obviously... wanted her.

Mark stared at Cecilia as the tears falling from her eyes.

They had been involved for so many years that he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Not to mention, she was also much younger than him.

She loved him, but at the same time, she also hated him.

This conflicting feeling of love and hate was the bane of her existence, torturing her to no end.

Mark caressed Cecilia's face and traced the outline of her jaw with his fingertips. He leaned closer to her ear and, in a gentle voice, he whispered, “Cecilia, don't cry."

He didn't force her.

When he lowered his hand, he closed his eyes as a wave of discomfort began to engulf him.

He wasn't pretending. The passionate kiss that he had just given her was all he could manage for now.

Even if she was willing to go on, he longer had any energy left.

Cecilia grabbed his wrist and guided him onto the sofa.

Then, she went to the kitchen and boiled some water for him. To her surprise, she found that there was already water in the kettle.

Not only that, but the fridge was also full of her favorite foods!

As soon as she saw them, she quickly looked away. She then poured him a glass of water and said, "Here, drink this. Peter will be bringing a doctor here soon. Just wait."

When Mark took the glass from her, their fingers happened to touch.

“Will you leave when he comes?" he asked her.

Cecilia nodded.