I understood the threat behind his words. But it didn’t make any sense to me. After all, I worked at my own company. Of course, I was tough enough. So, I didn’t respond.
I just turned around and walked straight into the living room. He probably thought his words had frightened me because his tone turned smug.
“That’s right, you young women don’t have much social experience.”
“We’re neighbors, after all…”
Before he could finish, I pushed the Shrewsbury cake he had brought back into his arms.
“Sorry, I don’t usually eat cake.”
“You should take them back.”
The proud smile on his face froze. Marcus looked awkward for a second, his mouth moving as if to say something. But in the end, he stayed silent. He gave a short snort and walked away with the cake still in his hands.
Just as Marcus left, my phone buzzed. Another message from Yvonne appeared.
[Did my husband just go to see you? Hurry and clean up room 1209. My mother-in-law is coming from the countryside tomorrow with the kids and my brother.]
[By the way, my brother-in-law is quite handsome. I can introduce him to you. You live alone, so you probably don’t have a boyfriend, right?]