Carrie even recounted the past smugly, "Actually, the nickname was set over ten years ago. Back then, Mark kept forcing me to call him ‘husband’ and changed it himself.”
The next second, I raised my hand.
“Ah!”
A long gash appeared on her arm, sliced open by the sharp edge of a wine bottle.
The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. Only Mark managed to act swiftly. He stopped the bleeding, blew on it and calmed her down.
This was not the man I knew, the one who fainted at the sight of blood.
When he finished, he glared at me coldly. "Jane Truman, you're really something! Over a game, you got angry and deliberately hurt someone! Why not just fly to the moon while you're at it? Apologize to Carrie!"
I shook my head in refusal.
Carrie sucked in the breath and tugged at Mark. "What are you doing? Jane is having her birthday today and is a bit upset that she wants to tease me, but I’m fine, okay? Besides, I'm tough, I'll be fine in a couple of days."
This made Mark's gaze toward me grow even colder.
“Apologize! Don't make me force you!”
My phone rang. I couldn't be bothered to glance at him and answered, "It's room 308. Sent it here."