Ben Shaming stared at Mark with those family-inherited eyes and swirled his wine glass: "But isn’t the Lynch family’s son... ? How did he end up here?"
Mark politely swapped seats with the custor next to Ben Shaming and sat down beside him, tapping the bar to order the sa drink as Ben Shaming.
After leisurely completing these actions, he turned to Ben Shaming with a carefree smile: "I know what you want to say: the Lynch family’s son is still in prison, how could he be here, right? Are you suspecting I’m an imposter or worried I’m a fugitive?"
The handso young man, full of mischief when he said this, lit up the entire room like the glistening glasses in the bar.
Ben Shaming squinted slightly and looked away: "Seems like you’re neither."
Mark laughed brightly, grabbed his glass, and took a big gulp: "I just got out of prison."
Ben Shaming couldn’t help but turn his head to look at him: "Your sentence is over? So soon?"
Mark glanced back, staring into Ben Shaming’s eyes, and slowly smiled: "Yeah, all the sensational dia reports said I was guilty of murder. Naturally, I shouldn’t be out so soon."
He playfully winked: "But in fact, for the murder charge I confessed to, the real killer wasn’t . You’re with the Ford Group, so I believe you know that the true culprit was Huangfu Hua Zhang. He’s dead, and everything he did before has been reconsidered by the police. So I no longer have the murder charge, only an assault charge."
"But my assault charge had a low level of harm, and now the sentence is completed."
Ben Shaming squinted at Mark, whose face was full of relief and brightness: "Admitted to a murder charge that wasn’t yours... Why?"
Mark laughed, tilting his head back to gaze at the ethereal lights above.
For a mont, Ben Shaming saw the sadness revealing in his eyes.
"Because... I wanted to beco another person. Huangfu Hua Zhang, forr chairman of Ford Group, is my idol and belief. I wish I could be like him, do what he did; I didn’t want him to get caught by the police, didn’t want him to die, so I made myself him, took all his deeds as my own, and was willing to die for him."
Ben Shaming frowned, his fingers unconsciously drawing on the tabletop: "You... love him?"
Mark laughed, his laughter very clear, his eyes sparkling as he stared closely at Ben Shaming: "Love? I admit I love n, but towards Mr., it’s not just love. I even feel that if I loved him, it would be a disgrace. He’s my belief, my idol, so my feelings for him surpass love."
Ben Shaming felt inexplicably lancholy.
And wasn’t it the sa for Jas?
He loves him, but even more cherishes him, looks up to him, and protects him.
And Huangfu Hua Zhang and Jas, despite their strained relationship, are blood brothers. So, in this sense, he found a subtle commonality with Mark.
Ben Shaming did not speak, only raised his glass to clink with Mark’s. After the crisp sound of glass eting glass, he tilted his head back and drank the entire contents.
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Perhaps he drank a bit too much, his bladder was sowhat full, so Ben Shaming got up to go to the restroom.
Mark smiled as he watched Ben Shaming’s figure disappear behind the door, he did not wait in place but instead smiled and got up to follow him in.
Standing at the door, Mark boldly stared directly at Ben Shaming, then reversed his hand to lock the restroom door.
The sound of the door being locked echoed clearly in the restroom, Ben Shaming was unable to finish, shocked, staring at Mark.
Mark approached, embracing Ben Shaming.
Mark whispered by his ear: "... I told you, I just got out of prison. So, I really want."
Ben Shaming’s body shivered, and Mark laughed: "You want it too, I know."
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In the cramped space, Ben Shaming closed his eyes tightly, despairingly colliding.
With Mark, he need not hesitate or cherish for one bit.
Whereas in his mind, it’s all about Jas’s "betrayal." Woman after woman by Jas’s side, finally for Catherine, determined to kick him out...
That pain of betrayal now transford into a surge of overwhelming strength.
Mark, the handso mixed-blood young man, just like Jas, born of noble birth... only rolling and groaning.
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It continued for a long ti, by the end, Ben Shaming felt exhausted.
But his heart didn’t find solace.
He didn’t even glance at Mark, directly returned to his seat, paid both their bills, grabbed his coat, and walked into the rainy mist outside the door.
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