Chapter 229
Chapter 229
Dorothy’s voice was as usual, but she seemed wary of Mark.
Her brash expression vanished, her lips pouting as she whined, “Mark, why are you looking at me like that? I was just here to
talk with Ms. Webster. Isn’t that okay?”
Mark raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re done?”
“Done, yeah, Dorothy replied, guilt flashing across her eyes. Seeing Mark’s unchanging expression, she suddenly lost her
temper. “Why are you being such a jerk like Gregory, always picking on me? Just wait until my parents arrive in a few days, and
we’ll see if I’m still afraid of you guys!”
With those harsh words, she stomped off in high heels, visibly upset. The sound of her footsteps echoed as she left.
Once she was out of sight, Mark turned to the mess at my doorstep, pulling out his phone to arrange a cleaning service.
Then, he turned to me with a resigned look. “Didn’t it scare you?”
“Honestly, I was a bit startled at first.” I chuckled, stepping aside to let him in, fetching a pair of house slippers from the shoe
cabinet. “Have you eaten? I was about to make some mushroom soup. Care to join me for a makeshift dinner?”
“Looks like I’ve got perfect timing” Mark joked, his voice smooth and comforting as he advised, “The Myers family is currently
under the control of Dorothy’s dad. She’s used to throwing her weight around in Vista Town. If I were you, I’d avoid going head–
to–head with Dorothy to save yourself the trouble.”
I washed my hands and handed him a glass of water. “Dorothy’s family doesn’t keep her in check?”
I wondered, “Aren’t families like that usually all about maintaining a good reputation?”
“If she wanted the moon, her mom would find a way to bring it down for her.” Mark took the glass, smiling lightly. “So, what do
you
think?”
I understood then.
It’s not that her family didn’t discipline her, it’s just that they would always back her up no matter what she did.
Suddenly, I remembered my childhood. It seemed my parents would also do anything to satisfy my whims, spoiling me. But
unlike Dorothy, I wasn’t so fortunate. My parents passed away too soon.
Mark rolled his sleeves neatly as I made my way to the kitchen. “Let me do it. Ladies should avoid kitchen fumes. It’s not good
for the
skin.”
“It’s fine...” I felt a bit embarrassed. It wasn’t customary to have a guest cook, especially since I had forgotten he was coming,
and the meal I prepared was simple.
Mark looked at me. “Being formal with me now?”
“Uh...” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine then, I’ve mostly prepped everything. The rest is up to you.”
“That’s more like it. Go sit on the couch and wait for dinner.” Mark smiled graciously and headed into the kitchen.
Soon, delightful aromas wafted through the air.
After dinner, Mark wouldn’t let me clean up, embodying the image of a perfect domestic partner.
Leaning against the door frame, I watched him methodically washing dishes under the warm light, teasing. “Is the husband of the
girl you’re crushing on even half as good as you? Is he amazing at work, easy–going, and a fantastic cook?”
He paused and smiled lightly. “Am I that good?”
“Yes,” I nodded earnestly. “Honestly, looking around, I don’t think I could find anyone better among the men I know.” That was the
truth.
“Then, would you like to be my girlfriend?” Mark proposed.