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Although it wasn’t that big, it was fully equipped and comfortable.
Mark usually worked there while his bodyguards patrolled outside. Peter would go in and out of the office, depending on his work.
The next day, Waylen came back from Braseovell.
He was worn out and full of guilt.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOutside the ICU, Mark hit Waylen hard. Even though Waylen didn’t fight back, Mark still injured his right hand…
Peter teased Mark playfully while treating his wound.
“You’re not a young school kid anymore. Perhaps it’s time you learned the art of patience.”
Mark’s suppressed anger flared up again. “Are you kidding me? | don’t think | hit him hard enough. Next time | see him, I’ll beat him to death.”
While the two were talking, they were suddenly interrupted by a commotion at the door.
Peter went out to investigate and soon returned with someone. It was Cecilia.
Having worked for Mark for many years, Peter was sensible, and he went out to give the two some privacy.
Cecilia took a few steps forward, but she didn’t dare to get too close to Mark.
Mark clamped a fresh cigarette between his lips and lit it. After taking a drag, he asked softly, “What’re you doing here?”
She raised the ointment in her hand and said shyly, “Let me treat your wound.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs a matter of fact, Peter had applied ointment on Mark’s wound just now, but Mark didn’t mind having his wound treated a second time.
Sitting next to him on the narrow sofa, Cecilia held his hand and carefully dabbed the ointment onto his wound. While taking another long drag, Mark watched her elegant movements…
Her face was flawless, and her eyelashes were long and curved.
As though nothing had happened, Mark grunted, “That boy was nice. Why aren’t you with him?”
Cecilia was stunned for a moment, but she soon understood what he meant.
She took a deep breath and answered, “Well, | don’t like him that much.”
Then she let go of his hand and whispered, “There. All fixed up.”
Cecilia tried to stand up to leave, but the man stopped her.