Chapter 168 The Familiar Mark

• Marcus Kane (POV)
• Clara finally came out of the bar fifteen minutes later, that was fast but it kinda makes my heart leap in joy watching her catwalk towards my car from the side mirror. Her purple cardigan was still tied around her waist, her white singlet illuminated the dark night.
• Her brown bag was hanging over her shoulder while her messy bun had no justice done to it. I often wonder how someone can have a mean face and still look beautiful all the same. Like how did she do that, a face that warns people to stay away but a sweet soul within.