NovelOnlineChapter 279 Barefoot, Christine dashed to the door, freezing momentarily upon opening it. "Mark, you... cto see Jane?" "Yeah." With a gentle smile, Mark stepped inside, glancing my way as he slipped off his shoes. "How are you feeling today? Still in pain?" Seeing him again, even just after a night, madefeel strangely unworthy.
It was Mark who helpedout! Noticing my daze, Mark chuckled, "Daydreaming?" "No, not really." I hastily shook my head, pulling myself back to the present to answer his earlier question. "Much better, not as painful as yesterday." "That's good to hear." He placed a bag on the coffee table, “I swung by the pharmacy to pick up sscar treatment for you. Those injuries of yours are no joke, and even though they're not on your face, we can't be careless about them. We don't want any scars." Feeling a mix of guilt and gratitude, I was more compliant than usual. "Yeah, I'll use it when I change my dressings tonight." "Hold off for now." The house was warm, heated throughout, as Mark took off his white down jacket, explaining with a light laugh, "You should wait until the wounds start to heal before using the scar treatment." "Okay." I nodded, making a mental note.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust as Christine was about to close the door, our takeout arrived. She carried it into the kitchen. "Dinner's ontonight. You guys just sit back and relax." Stew was the best choice in this weather.
Neither Mark nor I objected.
From the kitchen cthe soft clinking of utensils. Mark, with a side glance, observedclosely, his gaze tightening slightly. "Have you been crying?" "...Yeah." There was no denial.
For eight whole years, mistaking someone else's kindness for another's had ledto fall for the wrong person. It was worth shedding a few tears over.
Had I not been mistaken, I might not have fallen for Bryant so deeply.
He was like the calm after a storm, a bright distant moon, but I had never dared to see him as my beacon, to carelessly fall for him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAt most, like others, I'd cherished a fleeting crush, moving on after graduation.
Mark appeared somewhat helpless. Misunderstanding the cause for my sadness, he tried to comfort me, "Matters of the heart require sblessing from fate. You were already on the path to divorce, and now with his announcement of an engagement, you can start to let go..." "Mark," I suddenly cut him off, staring at his kind and gentle face, holding back yet unable to stop myself from asking, "You've always known I got it wrong, haven't you?" He furrowed his brows lightly, "What do you mean?" "I just found out, back in college, it was you who helped me." I looked at him earnestly, speaking softly, "Why... why didn't you ever tell me?"
He paused, then gently wiped away the tears on my face, "I didn't want to see you upset, like now." I ventured cautiously, "Does it bother you? That I've always attributed your kindness to Bryant?"
Even though he'd always had someone else in his heart, wanting a thank you for a good deed is only natural.
"It doesn't bother me." He smiled, watchingintently, his gaze warm and inviting, "oan wait. Wait for the day you're willing to see me, wait for you to move past him." Now, it was my turn to be stunned.
His words left no room for doubt. But I remembered he's had a crush on someone for years...
Mark and I, at most, had known each other for just over eight years.
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