Super Rich Bae's
Part 78 (S2)

Nuri got the message. Hana and Hans wanted to visit.

"I want to congratulate you on your marriage. And also, celebrating Jay's birthday."

Oh yeah, in a minute. Jay is going to have his 33rd birthday. Why, Nuri began to forget the important things about Jay since he married again. He feels evil.

"Mark, Jay's younger cousin is coming. What say?" Nuri lowered her head, ever since receiving Hana's message. Many mind.

"He's your brother too." Mark smiled, but, in his heart, there was an unfamiliar feeling. Jealous of Nuri's closeness to Jay's family.

"Oh yes, thank you." Nuri smiled since coming out of the toilet. "I'm sorry, Mark. Some things make you feel bad, but Jay's family is my family. So did your family, Grandpa and Vin."

Mark did not answer, he just smiled. His wife's logic is correct. It is not appropriate to have excessive feelings of jealousy with a figure who is not on earth. Jay is still someone who is respected by Nuri, as well as many people in the business world. His death was the deepest wound to JJ Co.

After making sure his wife was asleep. Mark came out of the tent, he still saw many students chatting loudly. There are many things that they can do in the wild. Not like, sitting in front of the tent enjoying warm milk.

"Prof. Mark?" Emran came, he was curious about his relatives. "What was this last night sitting alone?"

"A, Emran. Nothing, just insomnia."

"Lies, the newlyweds are not excited. Haha."

Mark laughed a little, in a moment of sadness it is most appropriate to talk. "I hear there's a lot of students who don't go to camp."

"You don't know? They don't like you, Mark. You're too handsome. Look at the student-to-student ratio in your class."

"Ah yes, I am cursed."

The conversation ended when Emran had to accompany his wife who was also on guard duty at night. Mark went back into the tent, he found Nuri sleeping soundly with an electric blanket.

"You can sleep very comfortably huh?'' Mark rubbed his wife's face.

Although her relationship with Lisa is over, erasing memories together is not as easy as flipping our palms.

"Mark, do you remember when we were young? You always said will like me until the end."

***

Mark and Lisa's.

Wasting old memories with the first lover in his life is not as easy as he thought. Despite being married, she can still feel what Lisa feels.

"He's just where you turn, Mark. Not where you're going."

A piercing word. They've broken up. There is no hope of being together anymore. A very convincing reason for Mark to end the relationship is Lisa's family. As persistently as Mark tried to take Lisa's father's heart, never a single compliment came out of his mouth. What hurts Mark more is in the past.

"Mark, your grandfather came to our house carrying a lot of village food. My father is so angry!" Lisa called Mark, when Mark was struggling to become a lecturer at the beginning of the year.

"Grandfather came to your house?"

"Yes, I'm surprised too."

Even more surprised was Mark, when he came to pick up the grandfather. There was no Lisa at home, but she told me a lot.

"Grandfather," Mark stared at Grandpa Taylor's face.

"Mark, sorry." Grandpa's voice was a bit hoarse, his face moody. Not like the usual expression. "Grandfather only brought food, cheap fruits."

It felt like Mark's heart was starting to get inflamed, he looked at it from beside Lisa's house. The house assistant threw away the food her grandfather gave her. A deep insult.

"Grandfather, don't look at ya."

"Did they dislike us because we weren't too rich?"

"I... " Mark doesn't know what to answer. The facts are real, accurate and rightly so. "Grandfather, let's eat something good."

Grandpa Taylor immediately smiled cheerfully. He will enjoy a culinary time with his grandchildren. Although there is a wedge in the heart. Lisa's parents' treatment has hinted that they are not the right one.

"This time we try Indonesian food, Kek. There's chicken satay, fried rice that's very famous in this complex."

"I want chicken satay, used to work as a hotel chef, my friend came from Indonesia. He often bought chicken satay."

"Grandfather, let's buy something again." Mark took his grandfather to an antique and flea market. Many shophouses sell second-hand branded clothing at reasonable prices for Mark's pockets.

"You must have paid, huh?" Grandpa Taylor laughed.

To please the grandfather who sincerely takes care of a stranger who has no blood ties. "Grandpa's happy, right?"

"Thank you, son. Grandpa could finally buy Prada's jacket at a bargain price."

Mark hugs his grandfather, then they head to Mark's apartment. Not a luxury apartment like everyone else had, he rented cheaply from seniors in college.

"Quite comfortable right?" Mark asked his grandfather.

"This is more than enough. We used to even live in a shophouse, Mark."

They laugh when they remember the past. The struggle of survival in a narrow and often leaky two-story shophouse.

That night, Lisa came to pick up Mark. There is no apology or remorse for lying.

"How about we stay at the villa after going to my friend's birthday party?"

"Well," Mark just followed the plot, he had promised since two weeks ago to accompany Lisa to the event. It would be a problem if he gave a reason to cancel.

A pretty fancy event with a lot of couples coming up. They also wore expensive designer clothes, unlike Mark who wore standard clothes (black jeans, a calm hoodie from Stone Island). Hoodie that Mark bought with hard work as a lecturer assistant.

"Well, Lisa's boyfriend looks cool this time?"

"What the hell," Lisa answered quickly. He only realized that Mark's simple appearance was not comparable to the male guests who came to the event.

Mark didn't say much until the show was over. Lisa is not happy with her friends. He immediately dragged his girlfriend out.

"Are you protesting?!"

"Let's go, I don't like shows like this." Mark heard some people say that Lisa's lover looks poor.

"Seriously, Mark. What's wrong with you today?" Lisa asked again after they reached the villa room.

Mark opened the hoodie, he was just wearing a plain black and white shirt. "I'm used to hearing it, people always say that every time you take me, Lisa."

Lisa hugged Mark, indeed many friends from the association said so. But in Lisa's eyes, Mark was someone who was really cool. "I don't care about anyone else, which I know you're so cool. You're smart, strong and very handsome."

After being swept in the arms. They had a romantic evening. For Lisa, Mark is the first person and should be the last.

"Darling's." Lisa opened her eyes in the morning, she immediately took back her clothes. Mark had prepared breakfast for her.

"Wake up, come here." Mark hugged Lisa. "Drink warm water first, good for your body."

Lisa looked at him with love. It's not wrong to fall in love with Mark. Is beautiful.

When Mark came down to get some warm water, some people talked about the accident in front of the convenience store.

"*There's so much love for that handsome guy. He saved a crazy girl!"

"Isn't he Mr. Clarkson, the richest man in our neighborhood? She just got married a few months ago, my goodness*."

Lisa opened the window, she also saw many policemen coming. "Mark, look. A accident near the store. Someone died like that."

The curious Mark finally came down and saw for himself, Lisa did not come because there was still a photo shoot with her friends at the villa.

"No! This is impossible!!!" A woman came in tears, apparently the wife of the accident victim.

Mark could not see clearly what his face was like, but his voice was very loud. The sound of a chest-stifling cry for those who hear.

"*No! No! No!"

"You can't leave me, Hubby. Wake up, Hubby!"

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