Chapter 318 Mark Has A New Girlfriend

Kyle pulled another long face.

Faced with his silence, Lyla said, “I’m grateful that you saved me. I will repay the debt if there’s a chance but I don’t belong here. Do you understand?” Lyla asked.

Kyle lifted his eyes. His clear eyes became hazy. “I don’t and I don’t need you to repay either.”

“I...”

“I didn’t save you because I was expecting something in return.”

“I know...”

“You don’t!”

Lyla, “...”

She was at a loss for what to say now.

Kyla took a deep breath. “When are you planning on leaving?”

“My health is back on track. I’ll depart within a week if nothing comes up.”

“So soon?” Kyle was caught by surprise.

Lyla merely replied, “I just can’t wait to get home.”

I was like a cat had Kyle’s tongue. Finally, he nodded. “Fine, I will book you a ticket.”

Dumbstruck, Lyla stared back at him before curling her lips into a smile. “Kyle, thank you. I will return the money back to you when I get back.”

Kyle gazed at her, hesitant to speak but held his tongue in the end. He walked into the house.

Lyla remained at the courtyard, without reading too much into the situation. Since it would not be long before the day of departure, she must take the time to enjoy her last moments here.

Sitting on a chair, she reflected on the memories made here with a smile across her lips.

Life sometimes worked miracles. One would think that perhaps that was it in life yet many wondrous and thrilling incidents may happen. It would always be a mystery when a special someone would pop up in one’s life.

Take Kyle and Amanda as an example, there was nothing thrilling about them but they embodied a log she came across while drifting in the middle of nowhere, providing with her help when it was most needed without expecting anything in return. She would never forget these innocent and mundane people.

With that in mind, the smile by the corner of her lips turned sweeter.

......

A cocktail party.

Dressed in a black suit, Mark was helping himself to some alcohol at the side.

He was not in formal wear as his bare sun-kissed neck was absent of a tie, showing a wild side to him. However, Mark seemed more charming either way.

A pair of eyes fixated on him from afar and the person was headed his way.

“Mr. Pattinson.”

Mark lifted his eyes to meet the person’s before he nonchalantly averted his gaze. He continued indulging in the wine.

“What’s the matter?”

Delilah came over carrying a glass of wine. “Let me keep you company if you want to drink.”

Sweeping a glance at her, Mark did not hold back and clinked glasses with her. “Tell me, what’s your agenda?” He then downed the drink.

Delilah kept her eyes on him as she gulped down the wine as well. “Can’t I look for you without an agenda?”

“If my memory serves me right, I told you that I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“You’re looking at me now. Nothing happened.”

Mark poured himself another drink. Since he could not be bothered to deal with her, Mark got up to leave.

“So you really don’t want to see me, huh?” Delilah questioned Mark who had his back facing her.

“Yeah.” Mark listlessly answered.

Delilah would probably be fuming by the unconcerned answer had she not known what kind of person Mark was.

She walked up to him. “I know that you’re still angry. I apologize for what I said the other day.”

Giving her a side glance, Mark lifted an unbothered smile. “Nothing to be angry about.” He turned to go elsewhere.

Delilah stood there beside herself with rage while looking straight at his back.

…...

“Mr. Fitchet, don’t. It’s not proper.”

“Ms. Collins, I have admired you for so long. I must drink with you today.”

“I can drink with you but Mr. Fitchet, you’re making me a little ill at ease.”

“What’s there to be ill at ease about?”

Mark caught a glimpse of this scene after taking a turn on his way to the toilet. He was unsure which organization this guy belonged to but the latter was currently getting a bit handsy with Delilah.

Delilah happened to catch sight of him too.

Her eyes were sending SOS signals.

Nevertheless, Mark stood there without any intention of coming forth.

Mr. Fitchet was getting physical with Delilah. “Ms. Collins, I’m an admirer of yours. What great skin you have.”

“You’re funny, Mr. Fitchet. Oh, please stop it.”

“What’s wrong?”

“My boyfriend will misunderstand if he catches you like this.”

“Boyfriend?” Mr. Fitchet frowned at the mention. “You have a boyfriend?”

Delilah gave a nod. “Yes.”

“Who is your boyfriend? How come I’ve never heard about his existence?”

“I...”