LOGIN“So, you pretended to faint. You were conscious the whole time, weren’t you?” The moment Anna said that, the color drained from Mark’s face. But he couldn’t afford to let her see the truth—that everything had been an act, staged only to trouble her. Masking his reaction instantly, he straightened and replied in a firm, controlled voice. “Your imagination is far too powerful,” he said coolly. “Who made you a fashion designer? You should’ve been a writer. You spin stories beautifully.” Leaning closer, he gently patted her cheeks and met her eyes with a dangerously charming smile. “Here’s a free piece of advice—don’t think about me too much. I enter girls’ hearts and minds very easily… and hack them. Later, you’ll be the one suffering.” Anna stood frozen, like a statue carved out of shock. Mark turned away with a faint smile and made his way back toward the stairs. A fall from such a height couldn’t go without consequences. Every step sent a sharp pain through his body, and c
If she had known this would happen here, she would never have tried to snatch the sketch from his hand. She was angry at herself now. Filling her wide eyes with tears, she looked at Mark again. And for a moment, it seemed to her as if a slight smile had spread across Mark's face. Slightly startled, she looked at him once more. But this was probably her delusion. Mark was still unconscious. This time, Anna patted his cheeks a little harder. But Mark did not move. "Oh my God! What do I do? What do I do now?" Anna thought, collapsing completely and placing her hands on the floor. But she quickly composed herself and, wiping her tears, tried to remember how to give first aid to a patient in such a situation. Anna immediately got up and went to the couch nearby, bringing back the largest pillow from there. She placed the pillow under Mark's legs so that his feet remained higher than his head. After this, she started unbuttoning Mark's shirt so that he could breathe easily. Although her
Seeing Mark step forward and hold her hand gave Anna a lease of life. But before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, Mark's own balance was lost. The stairs had very rough tiles. The mere thought of breaking her hands and legs made Anna tightly close her eyes. However, she didn't feel much pain while falling because, before she hit the ground, Mark had turned and pushed her behind him. He had tightly wrapped Anna in his arms and covered her head well with his hands. He was quite aware that falling from these stairs wouldn't affect him much, but Anna could get seriously hurt, and he absolutely did not want that. There must have been only about 16 steps on the staircase. But as Anna fell, it felt to her as if she had fallen from an unknown height, and the stairs seemed endless. When the stairs finally ended, and they both tumbled down onto the floor, only then did Anna breathe a sigh of relief. She was still in Mark's arms. At this moment, she was lying on top of Mark, trying to
Suddenly, Mark said to her sternly, "Do you even know what a big crime you have committed?" Anna looked at Mark in surprise, her eyes wide. Mark saw that his words were affecting Anna, so he began to ensnare her in his confidence. "You were sketching me, right?" Hearing this, Anna's face turned red. She lowered her gaze and slowly nodded yes. Anyway, when the evidence was in Mark's hand, what was the point of lying? "Okay," Mark continued, "Did you take my permission before drawing my picture?" Hearing this, Anna's face fell. She hung her head and slowly shook it no. "Hmm," Mark said, suddenly becoming serious and rubbing his forehead with his fingers, "Drawing or clicking someone's picture without permission is also a crime. You know that, right?" Hearing this, Anna almost burst into tears. Looking at her expression, Mark wanted to laugh badly, but he didn't let it show on his face. "Anna!" Mark said in a slightly louder and stricter voice, "Do you know that I can even
Anna glanced at Mark and then realized she still had a few A4 sheets of paper left. A thought suddenly popped into her mind, and with a smile, she picked up a paper and a pencil. The next moment, her pencil started moving across the paper, and the diagonal and crooked lines etched on the paper began to take the form of a beautiful sketch. Anna was so skilled in the art of sketching that with the help of just one pencil, she captured Mark so beautifully on paper, as if it were a living image. She picked up the picture in her hands once and couldn't help but smile at her own creation. She looked at Mark and then, looking at the picture she had drawn, she thought to herself, Which one looks more handsome? This sketch or the living, breathing Mark sitting on that chair? "What are you laughing about so much?" Mark asked, seeing her sitting alone and smiling. Hearing his voice, Anna instantly snapped back to reality. She quickly picked up the sketch, hid it behind the tablet, and sta
Mark's desk was the perfect height. Also, the chair kept there was incredibly soft and comfortable. Just thinking about how much fun it would be to work sitting there, a wave of happiness washed over Anna. Mark put his hands together, cast a glance at her, and with his charming smile that utterly captivated Anna, he asked, "Do you really think so? That I will let you sit here?" Anna pleaded, "I... I won't take much time, I promise! I'll finish the work very quickly." But Mark said in a stern voice, "No need. Sit on that sofa and work quietly." All of Anna's enthusiasm evaporated. She looked at Mark with resentment and slowly muttered, "Now you come and sit here yourself." Despite her speaking softly, Mark heard her. "It seems you don't even need the tablet. Give it here! Give it back to me!" he said, trying to snatch the tablet from Anna. Anna immediately clutched the tablet tightly to her chest in panic and almost jumped up, saying, "No, no, no! I need it! I'm going, aren't I? Wh







