Chapter 190


    On the way, Mark gripped the steering wheel, ncing over at me, “Still


    worried about Christine?”


    “Not really.” I shook my head. “She can handle her stuff.”


    Christine always had a way of weighing things out in her mind. I believed she


    knew when to step back.


    “Right.” Mark responded softly, “So, what about the offer? Have you given it


    any thought?”


    “Mark, I appreciate your offer.” After expressing my gratitude, I exined, “I


    can’t make it for now. Too much has been going ontely. I need some time to


    process.”


    I needed to sort things out calmly and then focus wholeheartedly on work.


    Mark didn’t seem to mind but chuckled, “Guess we won’t even be colleagues


    for a day.”


    “Huh?” I was puzzled.


    Mark’s eyes deepened, and his lips parted slightly with a hint of warmth,


    hardly noticed. “Some things came up that I need to address sooner, so I’m


    heading back to the Larson family soon.”


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    “What?” I was surprised. As Kathy mentioned, the Larson family was currently


    under Violet’s thumb. Going back there, could he find his footing? Thinking


    about thesh he took earlier that day made me worry for him.


    Mark’s smile was evident. “Are you worried about me?”


    “A bit, yes.”


    “Don’t be.” His face carried a gentle warmth, exuding a reassuring presence.


    “I know what I’m doing. I won’t let myself get into trouble again.”


    I didn’t press further, vaguely guessing his return to the Larson family must be


    about the girl he liked. Or perhaps it was all for the girl he loved?


    I frowned as he strode over, his ck coat swaying with his movements,


    adding to his stern demeanor.


    Bryant stopped by me, his gazending on Mark, his voice cold, “Ever heard


    of keeping a distance from another man’s wife? Or is that basic decency lost


    on you?”


    The tension was thick.


    Bryant always had a formidable aura, but Mark didn’t falter.


    With a calm demeanor, Mark lightly smiled. “If being married means she can’t


    even hang out, maybe you should think about whether you’ve got some


    problems.”


    When noticing the smell of alcohol on me, Bryant’s voice turned icy, “A man


    and a woman out drinking, and you call it just socializing?”