Chapter 19: She Wouldn't Go For Your Kind

Mark's eyes were full of pleading and hope. As a wealthy heir, he only needed to snap his fingers to have any woman he wanted. His estate could be filled with women of all types.

He didn't know why he was so humble in front of another man's assistant.

But he really liked her- liked seeing her confident, sad, happy... any version of her.

Though they hadn't known each other long, Prisley had already touched his soul.

Prisley fluttered her long eyelashes. She didn't know how to comfort Mark. At this moment, he seemed so fragile, a stark contrast to his usual appearance.

She took a deep breath and held his hand. "Mark, love is a sudden flutter, do you understand?"

"I do. I felt that sudden flutter."

"But I didn't."

Mark's eyes dimmed.

"We can have a long, steady friendship. No flutter, but nice and warm. That's also very good. Do you understand?"

In Steve's office, Heather listened with a black face as he rambled on.

His secretary brought in two cups of coffee and, as she left, Steve took