Mark smiled fondly and smeared cake on the tip of her nose. “Go change it now! Otherwise, my wife’s going to be angry over her silly jealousy!”
But Carrie was not having it. "Huh? Why? Your wife is always so generous. She's not a petty person like you make her out to be. Besides, having a "husband" in the contact helps me ward off so many creepy suitors—it's such a lifesaver!”
"As a woman, you must understand how much I hate being harassed by jerks, right?”
Mark shot me a glance and answered for me, “Fine, don't change it then. You've been calling me 'husband' for over a decade anyway.”
The two of them tacitly avoided talking about the pregnancy topic, linking my smashing the wine bottle to that nickname.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
David Coleman, the big-mouthed guy, had sobered a bit now. He slickly tried to placate me, "I was just talking nonsense after drinking too much. If you're still mad, take it out on me!”
I smiled and shook my head. “Why would I be mad at you?”
After all, I had to thank him for speaking his mind when drunk, making me notice the unusual dynamic between Mark and Carrie.
Seeing I wasn't upset, everyone instantly relaxed.
Carrie even recounted the past smugly, "Actually, the nickname was set over ten years ago. Back then, Mark kept forcing me to call him ‘husband’ and changed it himself.”
The next second, I raised my hand.
“Ah!”
A long gash appeared on her arm, sliced open by the sharp edge of a wine bottle.
The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. Only Mark managed to act swiftly. He stopped the bleeding, blew on it and calmed her down.
This was not the man I knew, the one who fainted at the sight of blood.
When he finished, he glared at me coldly. "Jane Truman, you're really something! Over a game, you got angry and deliberately hurt someone! Why not just fly to the moon while you're at it? Apologize to Carrie!"
I shook my head in refusal.
Carrie sucked in the breath and tugged at Mark. "What are you doing? Jane is having her birthday today and is a bit upset that she wants to tease me, but I’m fine, okay? Besides, I'm tough, I'll be fine in a couple of days."
This made Mark's gaze toward me grow even colder.
“Apologize! Don't make me force you!”
My phone rang. I couldn't be bothered to glance at him and answered, "It's room 308. Sent it here."