Chapter 1998 She greeted him with a smile and inquired, “Are you here to visit Mr. Evans or to speak with me?” Simon was prepared to plead.

Mark, in the midst of receiving an intravenous drip, was glancing at the news on his phone.

He didn't lift his gaze as he casually remarked, “You haven't washed your hair. Your shoes are caked in mud, and your face is smeared with grease. Mr. Lewis, I have pneumonia. With that appearance, are you here to visit me or to torment me?” Simon felt a sense of embarrassment.

Mark maintained a polite demeanor with Simon out of consideration for Cecilia.

It had led Simon to believe that Mark was not haughty and was, in fact, a kind-hearted man. However, he now knew Mark was far from being kind.

ran down Simon's

tone suddenly

easy to get along with. If you doubt my words, you can step outside and ask about it. I haven't casually

Mark's tone softened.

I simply can’t stand to see my wife being mistreated.” He took

bounds. Sort out your work matters amongst yourselves. I won't offer any more advice. Otherwise, Cecilia might accuse

He was truly something.

She was reluctant to acknowledge any romantic involvement

Mark had given her room to maneuver. She needed to preserve his dignity especially with an outsider

drip rate, deliberately slowing

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