The young woman blushed, a violent shade of red covering her cheekbones and neck, and her freckles became more noticeable.
“You have your hands full,” Mark noticed. “I should be off now,” he added, trying to stand up.
“I think you shouldn’t,” Bryan flashed him with a dark glance.
“Look here,” Mark started to say, but Lily put a hand on his arm. He turned to her, and his brows bunched over his eyes. “What now?”
Lily withdrew her hand and drew back from him.
“Nothing,” she replied in a tone of voice that wanted to sound indifferent but the hurt still lurked in.
“Lily, I’m not angry with you,” Mark tried to catch her hand, but she folded both hands in her lap and didn’t look at him. “I’m angry with him,” he raised his voice. “He’s bullying me if you haven’t noticed.”
“It’s not bullying
