After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 173

“Grady, where’s that chick you’re talking about? Mark’s eyes darted around realess with arigation

He only saw Eric as a pawn. Family? That was analog to Mito–te a word people used.

If Eric could drag Yolanda over, Mark would get what he wanted. And if anything blew up. Eric would be the one dealing with Charles’s fury, not him. With Joelle bark, Charles was hung up on his old flame angways he probably couldn’t care less what happened to his wife

Mark swallowed hard, feeling heat flare in his cheu–the desire was borning him up.

He was dead set on finding out where Yolanda had been showing up lately. He was going to nail that tease no

matter what.

Yolanda was nothing but trouble–she’d known how to get under his skin since they were kick. No wonder she’d been stuck in his mind all these years.

Mark couldn’t hide his excitement as he hurried outside.

“Let me ask around, I’ll figure it out soon enough,” he said

Eric was pretty hyped himself. He couldn’t wait to see if she was really as gorgeous as everyone said.

As Mark climbed into his car, he whipped out his phone and shot Yolanda another sleazy text.

He’d never backed off from her all these years–every time he fired off one of those messages, it was as if he’d already had her in his bed, leaving him smug and totally satisfied.

Meanwhile, Yolanda swapped into a whole new getup–a hat pulled low, a mask covering her face, and clothes that screamed sporty but flew totally under the radar. Whenever she passed herself off as lan’s manager, her look would shift; she kept things youthful and stayed covered from head to toe so nobody would ever recognize her.

Once she stepped into his room, Yolanda finally peeled off her hat and mask, then gently checked his forehead for any leftover fever.

Thankfully, his fever had broken.

Her gaze dropped, and that’s when she spotted several purplish bruises on him. Her brows knitted. “Ian, are you seeing someone?”

very clear,

pale, blinked, his lashes trembling at her words.

bed and hooked a finger under his collar. The black

the fabric aside, spotting bruises scattering from

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not dating someone, then who gave you these marks?” she asked,

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Do the love bites in your house look like this? Guess Charles doesn’t

bright

“Dating someone? Get real.

second, then hurriedly started unbuttoning his shirt, popping one button after another. The bruises

say something when Ian suddenly

face drained of color as panic hit. She snatched up some tissues and wiped the blood from the corner of his

his Adam’s apple bobbed as

nothing, don’t worry

to call Simone, but Ian caught her hand.

okay. I just want to give everything I’ve got in every scene. My role in this drama is a street punk who gets beaten up a lot

with sympathy. She leaned in, so close she could almost feel his breath, and blew

felt goosebumps prickle all over, his muscles going instantly taut. But just then, the

May stepped inside.

blanket and

eyes. “Oh my god, seriously? Get

eyes

lips landed right on his

This is

now!”

sounding totally chill. “Mom, you walked

room number, instantly realizing she’d