Chapter 116
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Letting out a startled yelp my back landed back on the bed. Something has been clutching tightly on my left hand this whole time causing me to lose any sensation there. Snapping my head around to see what was going on I see Mark's hand engulfing mine whilst his other hand rested on the keypad.
My eyes were strained on our linked hand before sparing the small alarm clock on my nightstand a glance, reading eight A.M. on it. Looking back at Mark I hesitantly opened my mouth to ask him, "How long have you been holding my hand?"
"Five hours." He answered bluntly as if it was the most normal thing to do.
"Why?" I queried, the disturbance in my voice being clearly heard in response to his weird action. I tried to wiggle my hand free that have been imprisoned by Mark's hand, his fingers tightly entwined around mine, but he refused to let go and shrugged nonchalantly at my question.
"It's pretty lonesome working behind a laptop for many hours and your hand also looked lonely as it was sticking out of the blanket." He brought our mashed hands up, bringing the back of my hand to his lips so that he could give it a chaste kiss. My hand tingled at the sensation of his soft lips. "Now we both look less lonely." He smirked playfully.
Not wanting to engage further with him as the thudding sound of my heart hasn't found its normal tune yet I reiterated my wish, "Well I can't feel my hand anymore and I would like to use the toilet, so can I have my hand back?"
"Sure, you can go to your toilet to recollect your thoughts and feelings," Grinning as he knew what went through my mind, he gave my hand a slight squeeze and said adamant, "But before you go, I would like to hear what you wanted to say."
"It can wait."
He snorted through his nose mockingly, finally letting go of my hand to use both his hands to cup my face as he sneered lowly, "No it cannot wait. You're behaving weirdly and when you behave that way it's never in my best interest and it only makes me want to combust in anger."
His dark gaze was fixed on my anxious face as I squeaked out, "You don't have to combust in anger if you keep an open mind to my suggestion."
In response to my comment, I received a silence stare from Mark, one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows arched in amusement, his eyes glinting with derisiveness asking me if I was serious right now.
My shoulders drooped down and I sighed defeated. My eyes were aimed down at the empty space between us before petulantly looking up below the small gaps of my eyelashes- making them flutter as I tried my best to look meekly. "Promise me that you will hear me out until the end."
"We will see if I am benevolent enough to do that when I hear what you want to say."
'Dick.' I grumbled internally. My eyes shooting daggers at the unfazed Mark whilst I mumbled under my breath annoyed, "Fine." before I proceeded to carefully enunciate my idea.
"Do you think that Casper has a heart big enough to leave our dispute behind us and talk things out?"
I had thought about this ever since we arrived back from that hell hole. We cannot go through something like that again. This time we were lucky because I had my one second crafted flame tower at the hand, but one wrong move and I would have met my dad again, forever. And even if Mark somehow kills him, how long will that take? How many tries? I don't doubt Mark's competence when it comes to his dexterity of human disassembly. However, the number of armed men and connections that Casper has is something not to reckon with.
And I want to live a peaceful life.
Mark's eyes narrowed into two slits as he barked, "No." his hands letting go of my face to go back to typing on the keyboard of the laptop.
I huffed before taking his laptop away, shutting it close to put it behind me on the nightstand behind me- receiving a warning glare that made me quail, but I kept up a strong front. "Will you just listen to me! we have to resolve this peacefully."
Mark closed his eyes, them resembling the crescent moon while he bestowed me a smile spread with ridicule. "Oh kitten~ you're the only one who wants this to end peacefully.
I groaned. "We can't have this keep happening to us Mark. Like you said Casper will come up with a new plan to kill us. We will fight him back and the infinite cycle will go on. Do you really want this to repeat forever?" I questioned.
"There won't be a forever when I kill him and burn his body." He snapped.
Is he serious right now?
I tightened my jaw and barked frustrated at Mark, my hands flailing around to express my feelings. "You're outmatched by him Mark! He has gunmen, mobs and God knows what! We will just come out worse- if at all if you keep fighting him, you dumbass!" Wide-eyed I glared hard at him.
He scoffed at me, brushing what I said off of him. "I don't know what you're so worried about we can just-"
Like a knife that has been meticulously chiseled I cut him off, using words that were clearly used to get flung out to hurt him and to end this argument, "Do you despise him more than that you love me?"
He froze, his face morphing from shock to anger. He was bristled. "Of course not, how the fuck could you ever say th-"
"Then help me resolve this without bloodshed." My voice that rose up an octave higher before came back to its normal volume. It was low like the whispery wind as my hands grabbed Mark's hand, my fingers clasping around it. Pushing out my bottom lip and enlarging my eyes I pleaded, "Please Mark."
His mood softens from furious to mild annoyance. He stares at me pensively, before he breathed out defeated, "Fine."
Letting his hand reluctantly slip out of my hold he pulled out his phone and dialed in a number. Pressing the speaker icon, the whole room was filled with ringing sound of the other line. Raising my brows confused I opened my mouth to ask him who he was calling only to be silenced by his index finger that was pressed against my slightly parted lips.
When the person on the other line finally picked up Mark removed his finger and grimaced while I jolted in surprise at the familiar jovial voice that sounded through the speaker.
"Mark my dear friend! To what do I ow this pleasant phone call?"
"Casper." Mark said gruffly.
My head craned towards Mark, my jaw slack as I was flabbergasted.
'He had his fucking phone number!?'
