However, Mark gripped her waist and pinned her against the cool windowpane.

His straight nose brushed tenderly against her neck as he uttered in a raspy tone, "I told you I was fine, but you still deprived me of your touch for a whole week. Cecilia, I take good care of myself, but at the meantime, I'm not a fragile soul that shatters with a single caress."

Having spent considerable time with him, Cecilia understood his thoughts well.

She blushed and averted her gaze, her voice tinged with a hint of unease.

"I never stopped you from touching me," Cecilia asserted.