Perhaps realizing that he had been too harsh to me, Mark softened his tone, "I'm asking you to be patient a little bit longer. We can't give up now. When I find the right buyer, things will turn around for us."
"I refuse to believe that I, Mark Hanson, can't make a name without the Hanson Family."
I just murmured my half-hearted agreement, while sighing inwardly.
Young Master Hanson might be out of being out of touch with reality and he might be living off my hard work, but the landlord was wrong about one thing though, Mark was not my boyfriend.
Although I had done so much and through so much struggle in this relationship, I could not give it any title.
I quickly ordered the sashimi to forget those depressing thought.
As I was about to change, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Probably because I had to work nonstop, I looked so exhausted and worn out.
Unable to hold back any longer, I blurted out, "Mark, why did you help me back then?"
We were not related in any way, yet he paid off nearly three hundred thousand in high-interest loans that I owed the loan shark without batting an eye.