"I have to go home."

Once Mark was holding the glass of water, she tried pulling her hand away, but at that moment, he felt his slender fingers tighten their grip on the glass. For a second, it seemed that he wanted to hold onto her for much longer, but in the end, he relented and pulled his arm back.

Mark drank half a glass of water.

He let out a tired sigh as he closed his eyes. His fatigue was evident from his demeanor.

Cecilia had already asked about his condition.