President Williams Woos His Ex-wife Again

Chapter 59 You So Kind to Me

But there was no need for Beth to know all this.

He didn’t want anyone to know what had happened in Taylor Town.

That was a secret that belonged to him.

Beth was stunned and her eyes were puzzled.

What kind of life did Mark live before? Why would he starve to death if he couldn't cook?

Aaron was a venerable young master. What about Mark?

Why was it more like a symbol of purity, a bamboo in the mud without carrying a trace of dirt?

Mark had the perseverance that Beth could feel.

Mark retracted his gaze and said faintly, “You seem to be surprised, but what's so surprising about

this?”

Beth said nothing, drooping her eyes and staring at her toes.

Mark chuckled and lowered his voice, “After all, everyone can't be like Aaron, a young master born with

a golden spoon.”

Beth didn’t know if it was her illusion. She felt that when Mark said this, there was a scorn and self-

mockery in his beautiful eyes, just like he was laughing at himself.

Mark’s past... What was it like?

Beth suddenly became curious.

But Mark didn't continue this topic. He looked at the burning flame, and his lips were curved. He spoke

out about his own problems.

“Aaron did this to you. Why don't you give him up?”

Listening to that, Beth glanced at Mark, and her eyes were deep and blurred.

Why didn’t she give him up?

She had asked herself such a question many times.

However, she hadn't found the answer yet.

The atmosphere was silent, and the kitchen was very quiet. Only the sound of fire was constantly

sounded.

Her hand hanging at her waist was tightly pinched, and the wound wrapped in bandages split open,

causing a slight pain.

A trace of world-weary self-mockery flowed in her eyes, and her pale face was extremely hollow and

gloomy, more miserable than ghosts.

“I don't... know.” She opened her lips and a hoarse voice came out of her throat.

As soon as the words were spoken, Mark’s eyes faded.

Didn't know?

Didn't she know?

Why did she marry Aaron? Was it because... she recognized Aaron as... him?

This idea was grabbed by Mark in time. How could it be possible?

Beth was the heiress of Johnson's family. How could she be obsessed with a person who had only met

once? She even gambled on a lifetime engagement.

She married Aaron because she loved him.

Mark ever heard Jessica saying something about Beth. At first, he didn't know who she was.

Later, he only found out the truth.

It turned out that Beth was from Taylor Town, and Beth loved Aaron for so many years without

complaint or regret because she thought that the person she met in Taylor Town was Aaron.

But in fact, it was him.

As soon as he saw her and heard her name, he thought of the little girl who quietly wiped her tears on

the tree.

Mark's heart was as deep as the sea of 90,000 miles. He never thought that a little girl would do

everything for him.

It would be nice if she really loved Aaron, then her present tragedy was not a joke.

But if... If.

She was like what Jessica had said, that she just mistakenly identified Aaron as him…

That was why she was suffering now...

Then how could she manage it herself?

In the silent air, Mark looked at her eyes with a little more worry and care.

He spoke softly, and his eyes were very gentle and warm, “If you can't think of the answer, don't think

about it.”

“However, Aaron treated you this way, so I advise you to let it go. It is not worth it to make yourself like

this in order to love someone.”

After saying that, Mark took two tissues, and he walked over and handed it to her.

“Crying for people who don't love you seems to be an unwise choice.” He said warmly.

As soon as the words were spoken, her eyes were blurred with tears. Her face was sorrowful, and her

shoulders were trembling.

She blinked her eyes and tears were rolling down. She raised her head to look into his eyes.

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The feeling of being cared for was so good.

Beth's heart was so soft that she choked.

“Mark…”

“Why are you so kind to me?”

‘You cooked for me and gave me tissues to wipe my tears. You also helped me find a job and always

showed up when I needed people most.

‘Why are you so kind to me…’

Mark lowered his head and looked at her.

His voice was as deep as a cello, pleasing and magnetic.

“Am I?”

“Perhaps... it is because you look like a little girl I met when I was a boy.”