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!"

slapped. Now, he

looks

furious, her chest was

gaze, stepped forward and

don't be upset over me.

Shirley's shoes, and Abner was the interloper! When Mark was the one being adored, he

felt much better and saw no point in arguing

go, Abner. Hungry

at home. The rice is

softened even more towards him, increasingly pleased

back,

few steps

storing af behind Shirley, staring

echoing in

and

him, making his cheeks flush. Years later, Abner would thank Mark for his tactless words, which had been

him lagging, "What's

her to notice

"It's nothing."

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