Chapter 25 Throw Under the Bus

Mark Pattinson did not know what she was going to do but he followed either way.

Lyla got into a toy store. Upon mountains of toys, she found a beautiful mermaid princess toy.

Mark walked over, looked at her and said, “What are you looking at?”

Lyla pointed at the toy in front of her. It was a mermaid princess toy. It had long blonde, and curly hair, with a fish for it’s lower half. It was a cute design; human torso and a fish’s lower half.

“This it?” Mark asked.

Lyla nodded. She took it over and said, “It is every little girl’s dream to be a princess. It is one of the things they consider a dream.”

At that moment, a dreamy smile appeared on Lyla’s face. Unknowingly, when he saw that smiling face of hers, Mark felt something special. He could not help but compare the little girl, Gretel, with Lyla Lowe. They were just too similar.

“This is the one. Is it alright?”

Mark nodded.

At that moment, a service crew came over with a smile.

Mark nodded towards him and said, “Pack this up please. We’re picking this one.”

“As you wish, sir.” The service crew smiled and took the toy for packaging.

Lyla was smiling. She felt something that she could not describe inside of her. She had witnessed a scene so rare, the scene of Mark Pattinson actually behaving sincerely. Even though he did not pick out the present himself, he did, with all intention and purpose, come out to buy a good present.

The question was who was the recipient and what is she to him?

After concluding their present shopping, the two went out together.

“President Pattinson, may I ask you a question?” Lyla asked as they walked.

“Speak.” As expected of a man of few words.

“Why me?” said Lyla, unable to contain the curiosity she had inside her.

“Ugh? It’s because… Because you’re a person who seems to have their eyes to the pavement,” Mark said with a smirk.

Lyla immediately frowned.

“Excuse me? That just means I’m being nosy and distasteful!”

“Well, you said it. Not me,” Mark retorted with a scoff.

“What’s that reaction? So this is how it felt like… you’re biting the hands of the person who helped you!” Lyla was furious. He was just too heartless!

“Heh!” Mark let out a laugh. “I’m actually throwing you under the bus!”

“What bus?!” Lyla rolled her eyes.

‘I’d throw you under a real bus!’

Naturally, she would never say what she thought out loud or the evil, rotten president would have her for tea time.

Mark’s mood was great then. He walked towards his car briskly.

Lyla, on the other hand, was steaming badly, as she followed.

As it was already almost five, most of the people in the company were about to finish their work and clock out.

Mark glanced at the time and said, “By the time we get back to the company, everyone would have clocked out. I will send you back home straight away.”

Lyla nodded. She pulled the seatbelt and fastened it. “Do what you like. Hmph.”

Even though the woman was angry; her face was puffing with red hue, Mark felt funny.