Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 841: I Won’t Tell Anyone You’re a Woman...
At this moment, the woman finally understood why, when faced with such an exceptional man, the women in the bar just watched from afar.
"Bad luck, turns out they’re a pair of gays!" The woman cursed softly, then looked for a new target and swayed her hips over...
On the other side, after driving the woman away, Arnold quieted down again.
She sat there as if she didn’t exist, not speaking to Mark, just quietly watching him drink glass after glass of alcohol.
After watching Mark drink an undetermined number of drinks, his phone started ringing.
Mark took out his phone and gently answered, "Hey, baby..."
"..." Arnold felt incredibly awkward.
No one knew what was said on the other end of the line, but a bitter smile appeared on Mark’s lips.
Yet Mark showed no emotion, his voice calm and warm as he spoke softly, "Mm, don’t worry, Daddy’s fine."
After a while longer, Mark responded with another "Mm," then softly asked, "Baby, how are you, Daniel, and Mia doing?"
In fact, there was another person Mark especially wanted to ask about, but...
Arnold quietly listened from the side, wishing she could grab Mark’s phone and ask the question he didn’t voice, express concern for the person who constantly occupied his thoughts.
But Arnold knew she couldn’t do that.
And besides, it was destined to have no ending, so perhaps it’s a good thing that he could let go.
Even though this process might be painful and sad, she would stand by him through it all... as long as he wanted, she would always be there.
"Sure, sure, Daddy will!" Mark promised.
After speaking, Mark said heavily, "Baby, Daddy really misses you all..."
As he said this, Mark had already hung up the phone.
So those words were destined not to reach the other side, only Mark’s lonely, heartfelt whisper.
Putting away his phone, Mark picked up his glass and swallowed another mouthful of bitter liquor.
Thinking of that woman buried deep in his memory, a warm yet bitter smile involuntarily appeared on Mark’s lips, "Melody Parker, if you’re happy, I can be at ease."
Having said that, Mark picked up his glass again and drank.
As he thought of the woman in his memories, of her every glance and smile, of every moment spent together, he silently whispered in his heart:
Melody, I hope your remaining life continues with this happiness, only then will my departure not be in vain, only then will I not regret making this decision.
The girl I love the most, you deserve all the best in this world.
You don’t need to know how much I love you, no need to feel any burden, just keep being happy!
And I will carefully hide my love for you, will appear whenever you need me, and silently endure the torture of missing you alone...
Not sure how much he drank, but eventually Mark stood up and staggered out of the bar.
Through drunken eyes, he looked at the endless night, asking bitterly, "Baby, apart from your mom, could Daddy really meet another person who makes my heart race, whom I would protect at all costs?"
No one answered Mark’s question, only the whooshing sound of the wind blowing past his ears.
Perhaps not, after all, there was only one Melody Parker in the world, only she had made him feel the sensation of a racing heart all these years.
But since he promised the baby, he would definitely fulfill it.
After all, apart from Melody, anyone else is the same.
Arnold silently followed behind Mark, quietly accompanying the heartbroken man.
Since returning from Whitehill, Arnold rarely saw a genuine smile on Mark’s face anymore, only perfunctory and bitter smiles.
And after learning that Melody Parker was about to marry Adrian Davies, the melancholy surrounding Mark grew heavier, the sadness enveloping him daily and filling the air.
It was from this time that Mark began frequenting bars.
And Arnold became the one silently staying by Mark’s side, keeping vigil over him, accompanying him in his sorrow and pain.
Arnold didn’t know how many times she’d seen Mark walk alone through the streets in a drunken stupor.
But every time she saw this man drinking away his sorrows, watching his heartbroken and desolate appearance, it pained Arnold greatly.
As they continued walking, Mark suddenly stumbled and fell onto the pavement.
Seeing this, Arnold immediately rushed over.
She reached out to support Mark, speaking with a pained heart, "Boss, let me take you home..."
Through drunken eyes, Mark looked at Arnold, his smile perfunctory and insincere.
He pushed away Arnold’s support and got up from the ground on his own, "Arnold, you don’t need to worry about me, your boss is fine!"
Saying this, Mark pushed Arnold away, "Alright, you go back now..."
After speaking, Mark seemed to remember something.
He reached out and grabbed Arnold, looking at her through hazy eyes, promising, "Arnold, you don’t really need to worry, I won’t mention anything about you being a girl."
Hearing Mark’s words, Arnold awkwardly lowered her head.
If it weren’t for accidentally ingesting the drug, Mark wouldn’t have discovered her true gender.
Just thinking about waking up in that morning’s scene was enough to make Arnold feel utterly awkward, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.
Besides the awkwardness, a faint sense of loss also filled Arnold’s heart...
Seeing Arnold’s awkward head-down posture, Mark felt he was right: Arnold had been so vigilant and defensive all this time because she feared her secret of disguising as a man would be exposed.
This situation was his fault.
If it weren’t for him, Arnold’s disguise wouldn’t have been uncovered.
Also, since returning from Whitehill, he’d been in a depressed mood and hadn’t been in the right state to address other issues, unintentionally forgetting to clarify things with Arnold.
With these thoughts, Mark looked at Arnold and continued, "Arnold, if it weren’t for going with me on the rescue mission, your secret would not have been uncovered."
Mark patted Arnold’s shoulder, confirming, "Actually, Arnold, your disguise is formidable, but the situation was just too peculiar that time, that’s why..."
He didn’t say more because even if he didn’t, Arnold would surely understand, and some things were better left unsaid.
Looking seriously at Arnold, Mark shifted the conversation, "But Arnold, let me give you some advice. No matter what, you are still a woman, and such a high-risk job like being an international police officer is not suitable for you, you..."
"Boss!" Arnold interrupted Mark, "There’s a reason for my disguise... Boss, do you want to hear the reason?"
