I planned to have a serious conversation with him about our future.
However, before I could say a word, Mark's phone chimed with an incoming message.
He checked it and after a few seconds, he slammed his fork onto the table.
“What’s wrong?” I asked quickly.
He did not answer but kept frowning as he scrolled through his phone.
By the time he finished reading, Mark stood up in a fury and threw his phone onto the table. “What a trashy company!”
The phone slid across the table, but it was close enough that I could see the main character in the article.
The article said that Sandra Lewis, the well-known idol, had returned to the country.
She was also Mark's childhood sweetheart. The girl that he loved but could never have.
The article reported how Sandra had been losing her resources to another rising star in the same field and her agency did nothing to help her.
I said dryly. "The entertainment news isn't always accurate. You shouldn't get too worked up over it."
“How can I not be upset?! Sandra isn’t like you. She’s never faced hardships like this. Why should she be bullied by this kind of person now?” he said sharply.
Hearing his statement, my head buzzed. Suddenly, I felt drained. I knew I was as much of a joke as the meal that I had prepared.
"No. It's not …. I wasn't talking about you. Don't take it personally." Mark reached out his hand across the table and grabbed my hand.
I forced myself to smile and drew back my hand. " Got it. Okay, I'm full. You can keep eating."
I should have known I should not hold on to an impossible dream.
I had thought that was the end of it, but I never expected that the joke was not over yet.
The next morning, I turned off the alarm and did not get up early to make breakfast. By the time I woke from a second round of sleep, it was already ten o'clock.
I was surprised that Mark had not knocked on my door in anger, wanting me to make his breakfast. Then I saw a note on the dining table.
[To Tessa Steward. Tessa, I have to go so I can take care of something. Wait for me to come back.]
Where did he go? What was he dealing with? When would he be back? All these questions entered my mind. Unfortunately, he did not explain all of these in his note.
I picked up my phone and tried to write a message to him. However, after deleting several of the messages I had written, I did not send him anything.