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, mostly hidden under

lashes

of the bed and hooked a finger under his collar. The

the fabric aside, spotting bruises scattering from his

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you’re not dating someone, then who gave you these marks?”

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“Seriously, Yolanda–you’re a married woman. Do the love bites in your house look like this? Guess Charles doesn’t have a

bright red, totally

yanked his hand out of hers, snapping, “Dating someone? Get real.

a second, then hurriedly started unbuttoning his shirt, popping one button after another. The bruises across his waist and stomach were nasty–just seeing them made her wince. ‘Dang, that looks

something when Ian suddenly shoved her

panic hit. She snatched up some tissues and wiped the blood from the corner

fluttered, and his Adam’s apple

worry about

was just about to call Simone, but Ian caught her hand. “Ms.

as he pressed her hand softly to his cheek. “I promise, I’m 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 early on. To keep it real, I actually let them hit me for real. I want

leaned in, so close she could almost feel his

taut. But just then, the hospital

May stepped inside.

lightning, Ian grabbed the blanket and covered

her hand over her eyes.

flashed in Ian’s eyes

gentle push, her lips landed right

barged in, face twisted with annoyance. “Hey! This is my hospital room. Who are you people?

now!”

totally chill. “Mom, you walked into the wrong

room number, instantly realizing she’d