Chapter One hundred-seventy one

Mark held her hands and led her inside. He felt so elated seeing her turn up at his apartment. They got in, and he headed straight to the dining.

"Thank you for the bouquet of flowers, and the chocolate, I enjoyed the chocolate," she smiled, staring at him.

Mark nodded his head, "You are well, I figured out that you would love it. Besides, I figured out that giving you just flowers won't be nice, and I am aware of the fact that you love chocolate."

"Awwn, that's mindful of you," she paused, wearing a sad face, "I tried calling your line, but it wasn't going through."

He kept mute looking away. She noticed the look on his face. "Is there something you aren't telling me?"

"Telling you? Come on, why will I hide something from you? I can't do that."

"If that's the case, then why did your face currently change when I asked a question about why your line wasn't going through?"

He exhaled, and took her hands, "Can I be sincere with you?"

"Sure," she nodded her head.

"The reason why it wasn't