NovelEnglishChapter 0144 I sighed and ignored his question. I continued working on his suit. Over the last few weeks, Mark and I we could both feel that there was had eased into this platonic and business partners relationship b something simmering underneath all of our formalities and professionalism. Neither of us acknowledged it; it was also why I usually never want to spend too much twith him, especially alone. Now, I just wanted to be done as soon as possible and leave from there.
But I should have known that he wouldn't back down. Mark was never the type to shy away or back down from anything.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I asked you a question," he deadpanned, I sighed again. I really wasn't up for any bantering this morning. "It's your wedding day, Mark," I said, sounding bored. "Why would you aska question like that?" I shook my head and spared him a glance before I made the final touches on getting his suit well fitted on him. I took a step back, my eyes raked up and down his fit form and I managed a smile. From a distance, you would be able to tell that the suit was specially tailored just for him. It fitted perfectly on his broad shoulders and slightly narrowed to rest snugly on his waist.
"To be honest? I like what I see or rather, what Grace had conjured up. You look like a willing groom." I was still admiring the suit on him so I had no idea what his facial expression was because he didn't say anything. But his shoulders lifted in a small shrug, "Because I want to ask you a question like that. Answer 1. me.
I sighed, "Seriously? You're still on that?" He didn't even bat an eye, he just blankly stared back, obviously expecting a response. Honestly, sometimes Mark behaved like a kid.
I sighed and crossed my arms against my chest. "What kind of answer do you want to hear, Mr Mark?" He swiftly took a step closer and held my chin firmly then madelook up at him. My heart skipped a bit at his action but I forced myself to relax. He would not hurt me, I told myself. For a while, he just stared into my eyes, searching, as if he would find the answer he was looking for there. "I want to hear nothing but your honest answer." I stared back at him. My eyes took in the stubborn set of his jaw and his unreadable eyes. "What exactly do you aim to achieve with this, Mark? Where are you going with this?" I wondered aloud. "For goodness' sake, you're getting married today, you should let all of these go. It's all the past now. It doesn't matter anymore." It was like he hadn't heard a single word that I said. His grip on my chin tightened and he pulledto him. "Just answer me, will you?" I sighed again. "I loved you, okay? I did but I don't anymore," I said but he just stared at me. "You want my honest response, right? Well, there's it." His throat worked and he released my chin. He looked down and smoothed his jacket. As he did so, he asked without looking up, "Are you telling the truth?" I scoffed and retorted, "If you want to hear lies, no worries, I can tell you those too." I turned around and started to pick up my bag. "I have nothing left to do here, so I'm leaving. Best wishes to you and your bride on your engagement." +25 BONL Chapter 0144 I made my way to the door but was halted in my steps when I suddenly felt hands curl around my arms. I reflexively breathed in his manly scent and cologne as it filled my space, his sturdy chest pressed to my back.
"What are you doing?" I asked tehtatively, my agitation slowly rising.
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His hands slid down and they wrapped themselves even tighter around my waist. His chin settled 1.e.
my shoulder, his face turned to my hair then he murmured against my hair, "If you say you still love me, we can be together." "You heardclearly, Mark, I used to love you. Not anymore." I let out through gritted teeth and my fists clenched. "Besides, you're getting married." I heard him sniff then, "I can call it all off. It will take nothing forto call off the engagement."
My anger that had been slowly building since he asked his stupid question finally exploded in me.m "What the fuck is wrong with you? What exactly is your problem, huh?!" I burst out and wriggled myself out of his hold. I was actually able to get out of his grasp because he let go.. He clearly had better choices for his customized wedding suit and he could have easily paid for their
services if he wanted but he chose our brand. He didn't just stop there, he insisted that his ex-w him his outfit. Now he was hugging me. What a carefully panned out plan, I thought to myself. I was mad at him for that. I was mad at him for intending to pushdown that spath that I had grown to immensely hate - being a mistress RULE #1 choose married women They have reason to keep things secret, as do you.
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