The corners of his lips twitched, and his expression softened. "How many young girls do you think I have?"
"How am I supposed to know how many young girls you have, and how many God has sent you?" She asked in a mocking way.
Mark’s lips curled up even higher now. The next moment, his expression became indifferent again. "I will leave you to it."
The man had not left yet, as he was interested in Summer. He kept on telling jokes, and she could not stand it, finding an excuse to reject him.
In the corner by the window, the girl was smiling, and Mark's expression was soft. The two looked like a perfect match. When she walked past the two of them, she overheard their conversation. He did not look up a t her, not even sparing a glance. It even made her feel that the conversation outside the ladies' room just now was just her fantasy, an illusion; he was still indifferent toward her. She sank her fingernails into the tender skin of her palms.
Daisy got up immediately and secretly sighed when she compared the two men.
After the two left, Mark looked up and saw her
disappear from his sight.
"How about you getting Mark back, Summer?" Daisy breathed a sigh of relief at last.
Summer lowered her eyes, a light flashing inside. She knew she had made a good move. Since she let Daisy watch the news on TV that night, she could sense that Daisy had started to soften her stance. "What did you say, Mom?” She looked up and pretended to be confused. "What made you say this all of a sudden?"
"After thinking about it, he is not so bad after all." Daisy had an awkward look on her face. "When you were away from home, for a few weeks, he came and stood outside the door to apologize. He was the one who fixed the lights in the corridor and unclogged the water pipe."
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