Chapter 501 Time Changed (2)

Although the man, from the beginning to the end, did not want to be a guiding light. All the splendor was imagined in her mind.

Tristan was never a good man.

What he did had a very important purpose.

For example, when she had been poor and eager to die, he had rescued her.

Mark took a cigarette. When she was almost lost in her memories, the smell of nicotine filled her nostrils frantically.

It rescued her from the illusory illusions.

"What are you thinking about? You are so absorbed in your mind that I even can't wake you up." Mark flicked the cigarette ash as he looked at the woman who was sneezing because of the smell of smoke.

He didn't know that Angie couldn't smell the smell of smoke? No. In fact, he knew it. But he didn't pay much attention to her. He just wanted to smoke a cigarette, regardless of where she was.

Frowning, Angie tried to defend herself, but it was in vain. "What I think is not something that you can't imagine."

The man with the cigarette ash flickered paused, seeming to feel that the person's sudden defense was somewhat strange, or like felt a little bit pitiful to the woman who suddenly said that to him.

"Well, you have no idea what graces a gentleman is in front of others other than Miss Susie."

He just ignored them, not to mention the rare tenderness.

Hearing that, Mark didn't contradict. He only raised his eyebrows. "Do I need to treat other women like this? That means my life is really all about living for others."

He gave his opinion lightly, looking unruly and a little self deprecating. Thinking of what he had done before, Angie shut up.

Angie frowned and found that recently she was not sure if it was an unlucky year or she fell on hard time. Her words were always bringing troubles.

However, she had no way to deal with it. She could only keep silent and didn't say anything devious. The only thing she could do was to frighten him.

After a long time, Angie looked at the m

of warm water for her after he made sure that the woman didn't pretend.

"What are you excited about? Didn't you let me talk about it?" Mark turned his head to hand the water over. She was so hypocritical.

"… Keep quiet when I drink water."

"……"

She was assuming airs.

After a while, Angie drank a glass of water. She seemed to have thought of something and her face changed slightly. "This is the place that Richie sent me. Aren't you afraid of being discovered when you come here in such a bold way?"

When she had called Richie to tell him about her suffering, he had always been there with a runny nose and a tearful face. She told him that she had no one to help her here, and Richie was the only one who could be thought of helping her.

If Richie had come back now, she would have slapped on her face with both hands.

Hearing this, Mark laughed. There seemed to be a kind of care for the idiot in his eyes, which made her worried a lot. "What are you worried about? This hospital is owned by Tristan's clan. It's no problem to buy off two people."

He could even act against reason in the hospital if he wanted to. Of course, the premise was that Tristan would like to connive his doing like this.

Obviously, the reason why Mark was so calm now was that he got that man's permission.