With haste, Charlie chimed in, “Indeed, let Flora attend to you.”


    Mark was mindful not to put Flora in an ufortable situation.


    His demeanor remained indifferent.


    Flora’s private residence exuded a captivating elegance. A servant thoughtfully lit scented candles in the bedroom for them.


    This particr style had always appealed to him.


    Reclining against the sofa, he closed his eyes, savoring Flora’spany.


    Her form gently pressed against him as she softly sang. The contours of her slender waist, snugly embraced by her tight dress, along with the tender curves of her bosom, exuded an ineffable allure.


    Yet, the more he listened, the more Mark grew irritated. He finally opened his eyes.


    Flora leaned closer, sitting on hisp, and implored softly, “Can you stay tonight?”


    Aman might have sumbed to the allure of the woman in his embrace.


    But in Mark’s mind, there was only a young girl, on the verge of tears, feigning indifference.


    Gently pushing Flora away, he adjusted his clothes and said with a formal tone, “I have numerous matters to attend to tomorrow morning. My presence may not be as suitable as desired.”


    Flora felt disgruntled.


    It was clear he was making excuses…


    Mark yfully pinched her cheek and cajoled, “I’m truly upied with tasks.”


    Flora fumed inwardly but dared not lose her temper.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    Exiting the private abode, Mark found Peter already waiting by the car. Surprised to see Mark emerge so soon, Peter inquired, “Wouldn’t you stay the night?”


    Mark boarded the car without responding.


    After a while, he asked unexpectedly, “Do you think that little one will be angry with me?”


    Peter was taken aback.


    Soonprehending whom Mark referred to, he smiled and remarked, “She’s just a young girl. She’ll forget about it in a few days.”


    A faint smile touched Mark’s lips.