Chapter 231 Soothing Laurel
- In the Maybach S650, Laurel sat in the passenger seat, sulking so hard her lips were practically numb. Mark just ignored her.
- “Aren’t you going to say something? Fights again. Pretty girls again. You’re not worried I’ll start overthinking?” Laurel finally snapped.
- Mark kept a straight, earnest face. While Laurel was putting on airs, he’d been racking his brain for a way to smooth-talk his way out.