When we got home, Mark, to compensate me, gave me a gift box.

I took the gift and opened it, and saw a diamond necklace lying there quietly.

I have another advantage of a good memory.

The thing the girl named Emily just now wore on her ears seemed to be a set with this necklace.

"I remember this necklace should be a set. Where are the earrings?"

Mark's face froze, and then he hugged me and acted like a spoiled child.

"Jessica, I'm sorry. It's all my incompetence. I only have enough money to buy a necklace. Next time, I will definitely give you a complete set."

I nodded and gestured for him to let me go.

It's unheard of for the wealthy second generation to cry poverty.

I didn't know if it was because he has been a good-for-nothing for so long that he didn't even use his brain.

"I'm a little hungry. Go to the kitchen and cook some noodles."

When Mark heard I was hungry, he immediately got up and went to the kitchen to cook some love noodles for me.

I rubbed my eyes tiredly, wanting to close my eyes and rest for a while on the sofa.

Just then, the mobile phone rang for the Twitter message.

I picked up the phone and had a look, only to find that I had picked up the wrong phone.

"Mark, Emily is making a fuss about wanting to see you. Damn it, she has already climbed onto the balcony. Hurry up to comfort her! Otherwise, she might die!"

I frowned and put the phone back, a layer of haze in my eyes.

Great!

The red flag at home does not fall, while the colorful flags float outside.

Mark brought the noodles and called me to eat. I sat at the dining table, picked up the noodles casually, eating them in small bites.

Mark held his face with one hand, two dimples faintly visible.

"Is it tasty?"

I looked at him a little dazed, unconsciously overlapping him with another figure in my mind.

"Tasty."

"Fuck, is what I cooked so delicious? You are even moved to tears!"

"Ah?" I touched my cheek in confusion. It turned out that I was crying without knowing it.

He reached out to wipe away my tears, but I turned my head away.

He withdrew his hand awkwardly.

"Your phone just rang. Do you want to check it?"

I pointed at the coffee table, and his phone rang at the right moment.

The indifference in my tone made a trace of sadness in his eyes. He bit his lip and didn't say anything.

He just walked to the coffee table, picked up his phone and took a look at it, but his expression became extremely awful.

"Jessica, did you touch my phone just now?"

"I have my own phone. Why should I use yours? Is there anything in your phone that I can't see?"

I pretended to stand up and walk over to him.

He quickly shook his head, hiding his phone behind him.

"Something urgent happened at the company, so I have to go out for a while. Put the bowl in the sink after finishing eating, and I will wash it when I come back."

I nodded, walked over to him, pulled his tie, and stood on tiptoes to leave a kiss on his cheek.

He was a little excited, wanting to hug me and give me a French kiss, but I rejected him.

"There are some things I still want to save for you when getting married."

He looked at me with sparkling eyes and finally kissed me on my cheek.

"Jessica, I really love you more and more!"

I nodded, smiled and saw him out.

After he drove away, I closed the door with a cold face, sat back at the dining table, took out a wet tissue and wiped the place he had just kissed.

It was so disgusting!

It made me want to vomit my food!

After the engagement party, Mark's mother, to compensate me, gifted me a whole set of gold accessories.

I accepted them all with a wide smile, calling her "Mom" with every word.

Emily hadn't come looking for me again, and Mark had been coming home straight after work to cook for me, diligently playing the role of a good husband.

It seemed like everyone had forgotten what happened that day.

I'm not the kind of person who likes to stir up trouble. Since everyone wanted to gloss over things, I was happy to play along.

On Qingming Festival, Mark wanted to take me to visit his grandfather's grave.

I declined, using the excuse that I needed to visit my own family's graves.

I opened the safe, inside was a plain white dress.

To keep fitting into this dress, I not only hit the gym regularly but even watched my food intake carefully.

Mark once teased me, saying I was like a finely tuned machine.

Driving past a flower shop, I bought a bouquet of red roses and headed to the cemetery.

I made my way effortlessly to a particular tombstone. Here lay my lover, Dave.

I placed the flowers in front of his grave. He still smiled, as always, his dimples faintly visible at the corners of his mouth.

I stroked his photo. Unknowingly, it had already been five years since he left me.

"Dave, look at this white dress you gave me. It's still beautiful, even after five years."

I lifted the hem of the dress and showed it to him.

He continued to silently watch me, without words or praise.

I stopped, and the excitement that had raised the corners of my mouth slowly faded.

"It's been five years, and you haven't appeared in my dreams even once. You were always like this, too responsible. I bet you think now that I'm getting married, you should stay away, huh?"

Saying this, I felt my eyes heat up, tears threatening to fall.

"Just wait a little longer. I'll be joining you soon. Don't get annoyed with me when that time comes!"

My phone rang from my pocket. The moment I answered, Andy Jones' voice came through.

"The old man isn't going to make it. Hurry to the hospital."

"Wait until he dies. I'm busy right now."

"If you don't come, I promise your little lover's grave will disappear without a trace by tomorrow."

I bit down hard on my lower lip, letting the blood drip onto the white dress.

After hanging up, Andy sent the hospital's address to my phone.

I smirked and finally gave in.

Following the directions, I found the VIP ward.

I pushed open the door, only to find Andy inside.

I walked past him to the old man's bedside. He slowly opened his eyes, his voice hoarse, his lips trembling.

"Jessica!"

Andy stood up and offered me his seat. I glared at him but didn't sit.

The old man shakily reached for my hand, wanting to hold it.

"Let's not pretend. Tell me, why did you call me here?"

Impatient, I took a step back to avoid his affectionate gesture.

"It's been so long, and you still can't forgive me, can you?"

His words made me laugh. "Forgiveness? When I knelt and begged you not to push Dave to the brink, what did you do? You spread the video of him being bullied in high school online! You called him filthy and said he wasn't worthy of the Jones family!"

My eyes burned as I stared at the man lying in the bed, but Andy stopped me before I could continue.

I turned and left the room, sitting on a bench outside the ward.

Andy sighed and sat next to me.

"How are things with Mark?"

"You already know, don't you? Want to see me make a fool of myself?"

Andy stiffened, then reached out to pat my head.

"Jessica, no matter what, I'm your brother. If you're ever wronged, tell me."

I swatted his hand away and nodded perfunctorily.

I had never considered introducing Mark to my family. After all, besides my mother who died early, I had no relatives left.

Now, I'm nothing but an orphan.