His gaze locked onto Abner, feeling an unsettling hunch about how Abner looked at Shirley. He knew well the type of appeal Shirley had among men, akin to the allure of "true love" personified. Beautiful, kind- hearted, and ambitious. The more he thought about it, the more his sense of crisis deepened.

"Shirley, can we talk?"

But Shirley just frowned, "There's nothing to talk about. Enjoy your meal, I'll be going."

Mark, always concerned about his image, was growing frustrated after being rejected multiple times.

"Are you cheating on me with Abner?!"

Shirley stopped dead in her tracks. From the moment Abner had arrived, Mark had been suspicious. Now, nearly half a year later, he still harbored those suspicions.

"Shirley, don't think I'm clueless. Some guys in our circle just love the 'fresh ones.""

Slap!

Before he could finish, Shirley's hand had struck his cheek hard.

Mark was in disbelief, touching his face, "You hit me over him?"

It was then Shirley realized, Mark, pampered since childhood and wealthy, was inherently selfish. He was used to being adored by everyone, and the moment someone didn't, he'd get uncomfortable. "Mark, I can't believe you're this disgusting!"

immediately regretted causing a scene with Shirley, let alone getting slapped. Now, he was the butt of the joke. But since the damage was done, he felt compelled

see the way that kid looks at

so furious, her

gaze, stepped forward

don't be upset over me. I'd feel

was in Shirley's shoes, and Abner was the interloper! When Mark was the one being adored, he felt on top of the world. But being on the receiving

much better

Abner. Hungry

continue cooking at home. The

Shirley softened even more towards

way back, Abner

few steps

He storing af behind

words echoing in his

you and Abner an

later, Abner would thank Mark for his tactless words, which had

noticed him lagging, "What's

wanting her to notice anything amiss,

"It's nothing."

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