Mark lumped in his throat. He held Isla's shoulders with both hands and patiently explained to her, "Sarah's mother suddenly became seriously ill. I have seldom asked about her affairs these days to consider her mood. But when she comes, I can't turn a blind eye. If she hadn't been forced to leave the country, her mother wouldn't have become what she is today. I have to take responsibility."
He had always been indifferent and cold-hearted, but this explanation comes from the bottom of his heart, which makes Isla laugh.
Isla pushed his hand away and smiled coldly, "Are you responsible? How long will you be responsible for her? Will it continue to be the same after we get married?"
"No." He said firmly, not knowing who he was trying to appease, "None of this will happen after we get married."
It was hard for Isla to trust him again, but she still clung to the tiny bit of hope. The gamble of giving it a try was like a moth flying to a flame. Who knows what the ending will be, it was not the last moment yet.
Isla stared at him for a few seconds. At this moment, all the people and things around her seemed to disappear. Isla only looked at him and made a request softly and forcefully, "Back then, my aunt sent Sarah abroad, Mark, you... Is it okay to send her abroad for the first time? She staying here is like a thorn in our hearts. Can you let her leave Hong Kong? "
At this time, the Manager said something in Mark's ear. Mark paused for a few seconds, looked at Isla, and said, "Send someone to bring her home safely."
"Yes." The manager retreated.
Isla smiled mockingly, "Mark, is this how you handle it?"
The lights were extremely bright, but Mark's handsome face was extremely cold, "Isla, please give me some more time, and I will take you home first."
Isla tilted her head as if smiling, "You sent someone to take Sarah back, and you sent me off in person. Am I more important to you than her?"
Mark was shocked. The latter covered his mouth, "Are you still trying to excuse?"
"Of course." Mark glanced at her coldly, and his look directly made her freeze. "Isla, this place is not suitable for you, you come with me first."
Isla shook off his hand for the first time, with a charming look and a faint smile, "But Mark, how can everything be as you want? It's my first time here, and it looks quite funny. I'm here Let's play here for a while and then go back, why don't you leave first?"
Mark looked at the empty palms of his hands, and his heart suddenly became empty. His eyes fell with a cold look on Isla's face, and his expression was also icy, "Isla, are you trying to vent your anger on me now? "
The smile on Isla's face continued, with a mix of coldness and charm, "Who knows, if you want to leave, just leave first."
Mark's eyebrows knitted into a knot, and his voice was as cold as a cold pool, "Isla, let's go?"
Isla didn't care what Mark thought. She just found a seat and sat down. She smiled at him and said, "Mark, you can do whatever you want."
She seems to have no temper, and she is very easy to coax with him, but at this moment, she is unpredictable to him.
Mark stared at her coldly for a long time. Seeing that she remained indifferent, he turned around and left angrily.
"He had a bad temper. It would be great if he could give you a little tenderness. How can you expect him to lick your face and coax you? He will tell you that you are trying too hard."
Isla's mood did not fluctuate. She smiled and waved to him as if nothing had happened.
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Outside the gate of the bar, Sarah, who had put on a white skirt and coat, was still waiting in the cold wind. The driver persuaded her several times, "Miss Sarah, we really should go. With Miss Isla inside, Mr. Mark will not come out."
One was a beautiful fiancée, and the other was an ex who was inferior in every aspect. Any smart man knows how to choose.
Sarah bent down and got into the car. The moment the car was about to drive away, Mark's tall figure appeared at the door of the bar.
"Mark!" Sarah opened the car door and ran towards Mark, hugging him from behind.
There was a gentle impact behind him. He could smell the perfume on the woman's body, and the gentleness enveloped him, but his mind flashed to Isla's stubborn face.
He must be too used to Isla.
"Sarah, let me go first."
"Mark, I suddenly don't want to let you go." In the cold wind, her voice was trembling and fragile. Her face was pressed against his back. The warmth and smell of his body made her greedy and didn't want to let go.
This time he let go of Isla and chased her out. Did it mean that he still can't let go of her?
Mark pried off her fingers, turned to face her, his face frosty, "Sarah, we are in the past. I also said that I won't ignore you, but you shouldn't come here without telling me. You are short of money. Why don't you just come to me?"
The wind blew her long hair around her face, and there was a fragility that he felt pity for. Sarah's voice was thin and weak, "I don't want Isla to misunderstand you again. I heard that money comes here quickly, Mark, I can't always do it. Rely on your help to solve the problem. I am just a burden, so you should leave me alone and stop having conflicts with Isla because of me."
Sarah covered her face, choked sobs escaped from her throat, and her uncontrollable crying easily aroused the love and affection in his heart.
"What I said will not go unfulfilled." Mark's eyes flickered, "And I also made it clear to Isla."
Sarah's vision was blurred by the fog, but the handsome face of the man in front of her still made her deeply fascinated, "What, how did you say that?"
She thought that if they had not been separated by Isla, they would not have reached the point where their fate was over. Otherwise, there would be nothing wrong with Isla.
"It's cold here, I'll take you back first." The lights shrouded him, and the deep light in Mark's eyes was particularly warm as if he had made some kind of determination, "I have something to say to you."
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