The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me novel Chapter 72

When Joey and Allen returned to the village with a full basket of mushrooms and wild vegetables, Sarah had already left with John Walter and the other four bodyguards.

Cindy was crying hysterically at the entrance to the village on her knees, while Marco was standing upright like a tree with tightened lips and clenched fists. He was silent as the dark night.

Joey instantly knew what was going on.

It seemed that John Walter had never taken a true interest in Cindy during his short stay in the village. Otherwise he wouldn't have left without her. She was crying her heart out.

She had offered John Walter everything she had gotten, her body, her heart, her soul. Yet he was still cold-hearted enough to abandon her. A young girl could take it very hard.

As for Marco, he hated the fact that she had to leave at the end. But different from Cindy, he was a man who would rather cover up the wounds of his heart with silence. Maybe he would move on very soon, or it would take ages for his emotional scars to heal properly.

Joey and Allen continued their relaxed rural life together in the village.

However, Marco was spiritless since the day Sarah had left. He sat on the large rock at the entrance of the village, looking in the direct of the city where Sarah now lived and moping all day long. Apart from going home for meals with his blind grandmother, he barely left the rock.

Joey felt very sorry for the boy. He was a decent young man, but unluckily he came from humble backgrounds.

“Baby, what are you looking at?”

Just then, Allen emerged from the house with a home-made gun on his back and gently hugged Joey from behind.

“Marco.”Joey answered honestly.

Allen frowned and turned her around to look at him. He complained, “Do you think he is as handsome as me?”

Joey smiled and said, “Of course.” She did it on purpose.

Allen immediately protested, “He is as handsome as me? Hey, baby, is there something wrong with your eyes? He is just a rustic village boy. Are you kidding?”

Allen had always been very confident in his good looks and he had every right to do so. He was an outstandingly handsome young man, tan- skinned, five feet eleven inches tall, with perfect proportions.

Unhappy with Allen’s demeaning remarks, Joey defended Marco, “Marco is a rustic boy, because he had to work in the field all year long. I bet he will make an attractive young man if properly dressed. Besides, he is not bad-looking at all and he is taller than you. Most importantly, he is seventeen, eight years younger than you!”