"I didn't expect that you are having a jolly time here at night."
Seeing Mark, both Jessie and Leslie were stunned. They didn't expect him coming at all.
Mark rolled his wheelchair toward them and took off his mask. The burnt half of his face looked even more horrifying in the dark.
"Leslie, didn't you come here to bring me some files? Why are you here?"
A light flashed across Leslie's eyes. He tensed up immediately. Files? It seemed that he had lost the files.
But he had no idea where he had lost them.
Nelson had told him again and again not to lose those files, and keep them secured. However, he lost them like this.
Leslie answered with a guilty look. He didn't want to have an eye contact with Mark.
Suddenly, a brainwave came to him. He caught hold of Jessie's hand and slapped her on her face. He yelled at her: "You bitch! You are such a slut! You have already got married to Mark! How could you seduce me! If it were not you, how could I have forgotten such an important thing? Bitch, I must give you a lesson today."
Jessie was beaten so hard that she staggered and fell on the ground. Now she only felt pain all over her body, face and hair. What's more, she was almost suffocated. She could only lie on the ground, breathing hard.
'Leslie, you bastard!
You had the guts to do it but had no guts to admit it!
You are such a coward!'
Jessie touched her neck and breathed heavily, while staring at Leslie with a hateful look.
Mark cast a glance at Jessie, who was lying on the ground. The straps of her pajamas slid down from her shoulders, revealing her entire elegant shoulders. Although he looked as calm as usual, there was a strong murderous look in his deep eyes.
Good, very good!
Suddenly, he ordered Jessie who was lying on the ground in a cold voice, "Get up, and apologize to Leslie!"
Jessie was speechless, 'What.....
Apologize? To him?'
Jessie widened her eyes in surprise, feeling angry and hateful.
'Leslie confused truth and falsehood. He had nothing to do with me. Mark, as my husband, are you insane? Now she was wronged and slapped. Why should she apologize!
She would rather die than apologizing to Leslie.
Never!'
Looking at Jessie stubbornly turning her head, Leslie waved his hand and said, "That won't be necessary. Mark, she's a disaster for you to keep such a woman by your side."
Mark cast a glance at Jessie. With a sneer on his lips, he said, "She's my wife anyway. I'll deal with that by myself. Don't worry about that, Leslie."
Then he ordered Jessie coldly, "Get out of here right now!"
Jessie glared at Leslie. She stood up, put her pajamas back in order, and went downstairs resentfully.
After a while, the door of the room was opened. Mark came back with two ice bags in his hands. He threw the bags to Jessie and said, "Take it. You are so ugly."
Looking at the ice bags in her hand, she recalled how Mark had talked to her just now. Touching her hot cheek, Jessie was furious.
She suddenly stood up and questioned, "Why did you ask me to apologize? Do you believe what he said that I seduced him?"
Mark lowered his eyes in silence.
He didn't see the whole story. When he went upstairs, Leslie was strangling Jessie's neck. Although he heard Leslie whispering to her, he could hear what he said on this quiet night.
His first instinct told him that Leslie was plotting something, but he still couldn't just believe something based on feeling.
What he saw was not necessarily true, let alone something he had never seen.
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