Female NovelChapter 2016 Beside him, a delicately colored card caught his eye.
Picking it up, Mark couldn't suppress a smile as he read, “Uncle Mark, I've left for my shoot in Warsew.
I've ordered breakfast for you. Once you're done, head back to the hospital. You're probably on the doctor's naughty List by now-* Uncle Mark — The endearment tugged at his heartstrings.
Shaking off his nostalgia, he swiftly dressed in last night's attire.
Upon exiting the bedroom, he was met with a startled servant, who had just begun her morning shift.
Her eyes widened in surprise upon seeing him.
“Mr. Evans, shouldn't you be in the hospital?” Her gaze flitted to an overturned wine bottle on the sofa, realization dawning.
Flushing a deep red, she attempted to recompose herself.
Unfazed, Mark remarked, “I'l be heading back shortly. Cecilia is away in Warsew for a few days, so there's no need for her meals.” Finishing his breakfast with an air of elegance, he bid the servant farewell.
She watched, a mix of concern and curiosity, as he left the apartment.
Upon his return to the hospital, Marks phone was flooded with 112 missed calls, primarily from the hospital and Peter.
Settling back into his room with an IV drip, he was soon joined by Zoey.
Her eyes held a blend of anger and concern.
“You might be ill, but that doesn't stop your escapades, does it? I swear I'l ground you the next time” Mark's gaze shifted to Peter, their shared look hinting at an unspoken camaraderie.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Peter, however, seemed disinclined to come to Mark's defense.
Observing their silent exchange, Zoey’s ire increased.
“Running around irresponsibly and expecting Peter to cover for you?” Mark, engrossed in his phone, replied nonchalantly, “I just visited Cecilia, and cooked for her.” Zoey's demeanor shifted instantly at the mention of Cecilia.