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On the journey back, Mare held Pearl’s hand firmly as though it were glued to her like a sweet pastry.

Pearl shot him a frigid glare, but he remained resolute and did not let go of her hand.

His behavior swung between chilly detachment and dramatic exclamations of pain. It was quite the spectacle, bur Pearl could not be bothered to indulge him

Only when they arrived at the Beverland Hotel’s entrance did Marc reluctantly release Pearl’s hand as he prepared to exit the car. Pearl felt a slight dampness on her hand, but she was unsure if it was his sweat or her own.

“I am going to leave now,” Mare announced, looking at her.

In response, Pearl replied icily with a simple “Goodbye”

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Mare remained in the car, unmoving. He gazed at her and inquired cheekily. “Did you forg

Perplexed, Pearl furrowed her brow and asked, “Forgot what?”

Mare raised his hand gestured towards his lips, and asked, “When regular couples say goodbye, don’t they usually share a kiss?”

“Who said that we are a couple?” Pearl wondered.

Pearl squinted, her tone curt as she replied, “If you are seeking death, I can offer a complimentary ride.”

The car door shut, and the vehicle departed.

Marc stood in place, watching Pearl’s car blend into traffic and gradually vanish from sight, a sense of loss tugging at his heart.

“How heartless.” he silently mused.

His gaze shifted from desolation to determination. Regardless of the obstacles, he had taken a significant stride forward.

With sincerity, even the most obstinate hearts will eventually soften

He refused to believe that he could not win her heart back.

With Lucas also in Nansion, all three bosses were present at the same site, and the equestrian project at the racetrack was in full swing.

The contract clearly outlined the responsibilities and authority of each party, and everyone was fulfilling their roles. The plan proceeded smoothly. but Marc had spent over half a month in Nanston. Now, he had to make a hasty return to his hometown, Machodean.

“There are pressing maters at the company that require may immediate attention. I have a private jet scheduled for this afternoon to fly back, Marc said as he informed Pearl as they drove from the northern suburbs to the city.

Pearl maintained a professional tone, saying, “Mr. Males, you can basy yourself with the matters you must attend to in your hometown. The preliminary racetrack plans are nearly complete, and Mr. Parker and I can handle the remaining minor detail.

Marc gazed intently at Pearl and disclosed, “Once I depart, I might need to stay in Machodean for an extended period, perhaps more than a week. maybe even up to half a month”

Pearl lightly furrowed her brows. She had heard him earlier today reprimanding Thomas about speaking precisely, avoiding vague words like “might” and “perhaps. Yet here he was using those very words. What was the point?

“You should go back to your Machodean. It is your hometown, and you can stay as long as you need, Pearl replied sternly, displaying no attachment or reluctance towards him, which stung Mare

He had hoped that after spending this time together, she might have grown somewhat reliant on him.

Now, it appeared that this could not dissolve in just a day or two. The path ahead was long, and he needed to persist.

In his heart, Mare let out a silent sigh. Then, he grasped her hand and inquired. “I am leaving soon. Will you miss me?

“No.” Pearl responded, shaking off his hand, and stated indifferently. “With you gone, I can finally enjoy sonse peace and quiet.”

Pearl Woolery shook off his hand and said indifferently. “Now that you’re gone, I can finally relax for a while.”

During this period, he seized the opportunity to work to be by her side every day Visiting the Woolery Group felt like stepping into a deserted. realm for him. This made everyone in the company aware that he was “wooing” her, and the entire Rose Garden community seemed to consider him her “sigráficant other, which deeply irked Pearl Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She had never realized before that he could be so clingy. She pondered whether he had displayed such behavior during his time with Clarissa. Could this be his authentic self?

Suddenly. Pearl had the unsettling feeling that she had overestimated her comprehension of Marc or did not comprehend him at all.

At least during this period, his actions had entirely reshaped her perception of him.

Though she knew she might not miss him, Mare felt somewhat hurt by her blunt declaration. He tightened his grip on her hand.

“I will miss you,” he said with a gentle smile and leaned in to kiss Pearl.

Subconsciously, Pearl leaned back, causing Mare to kiss the air momentarily. But in the next instant, he moved closer, his large hand firmly grasping the back of her head as he kissed her passionately, asserting his dominance.

She had expected a mere peck, and Pearl had not been prepared, allowing him to claim her breath swiftly.

She cursed internally. “This rascall Give him an inch, and he takes a mile!”

She raised her hand to strike him, but he intercepted her wrist, restraining it behind her. Concurrently, he continued kissing her. Furious, Pearl widened her eyes and bit him fiercely until both tasted the metallic tinge of blood. At this point, he reluctantly released her.

Marc’s mouth bled from the bite, yet he seemed unperturbed. He gently wiped it away, sporting a satisfied smile.

Pearl glared at him, convinced that he was utterly mad!

How had she been so blind as to fall for a lunatic like him!

Finally, Mare returned to Machodean

When Mason delivered the news to Pearl, she was engrossed in signing documents in her office. She responded with a casual “Hmm” as if she had not quite heard him, and then switched her attention to a news conference covering a jewelry event

Pearl questioned. “Have the design drafts arrived? Let me take a look

As per her instructions, Mason handed over the design drafts. The design director promptly stepped forward, elucidating the origin of each draft to Pearl. When they reached the final one, the director remarked, “This one was crafted by Lindsay. It was not originally part of the selection, but I found it quite commendable, so I included it.”

Pearl’s demeanor remained composed. Keeping her tone neutral, she asked, “Now, tell me, what do you appreciate about it?”

The design director had no qualms about expressing her opinion. She analyzed everything, from design concepts to artistic finesse and intricate details, ultimately concluding, “It exudes vivacity, and I find it rather captivating

Receiving praise such as “vivacity” was already a significant compliment for a designer.

Pearl’s lips curved slightly as she commented, “It’s not often that I hear such high praise from you,”

The design director shrugged, responding. To be frank, Lindsay is not only your sister but also my mentee. We do not shy away from acknowledging talent, even when it’s from someone close.”

Pearl inquired, “In that case, why was this piece not initially included in the selection?”

The design director clarified. “Lindsay secretly worked on this draft. The other selections had already been made, and I stumbled upon it in her drawer by chance. She felt too embarrassed to present it herself, so 1 decided to incorporate it.

Pearl chuckled softly in response, “She is blessed to have a mentor like you

The design director remarked, “But she is not as fortunate when it comes to her father.

Mason made framic signals to the design director from the sidelines, but she disregarded them. Pearl’s smile faded, and she inquired, “What’s going on? What has Errol done this time?“