Attracted By My Ex-wife

Chapter 207 I Really Want To Help You

In the Magic City Commercial Building.

There were very few people here but most of them were rich and powerful. Even the salary of a mere sales clerk more than doubled that of a regular sales clerk. This was so because the selection process here was rather strict.

All the companies in the Magic City Commercial Building were all top-tier international brands. In order to increase sales and attract the attention of socialites, each shop had been luxuriously decorated.

However, no brand under the AN Group could be found here.

"Mr. Mark, what are you doing here today?" The general manager of the shopping mall was very excited to see Mark because he seldom came here.

"I just come here to have a look."

Mark was much nicer than both Trey and Ian. Unlike them, he had a friendly disposition as opposed to a cold one.

He gave off a vibe that was approachable and kind.

"Where are you going, Mr. Mark? Let me take you there," the general manager offered.

"No, thanks. Mr. Ian doesn't have the time, so he asked me to look around," Mark said, frowning.

Ian owned the Magic City Commercial Building.

Unlike Kevin's company who was involved in many other industries, Ian's company only had real estate and the hotel. However, what Ian did was provide each company with the right to settle in. This way, he had enough information about all the companies in the industry. It was a win-win situation for him.

Thus, the Magic City Commercial Building was the most luxurious place in A City which naturally attracted many celebrities.

Mark stopped when he passed by a place selling cosmetics.

There was a girl inside the boutique trying on smoky make-up.

Disappointment was written all over her face. The moment she finished her makeup, she looked at herself in the mirror—she looked terrible!

Rose was seething but she couldn't let it out. The events of yesterday had put her in a bad mood. She figured she needed a change in her life so she decided to change her make-up. She'd always worn light make-up but it seemed she couldn't pull off smoky make-up as she didn't have the strong aura to go with it.

"Take it off," she ordered to the make-up artist.

"Miss, you're free to try another style. Everyone's make-up is different. You'll find what's right for you if you keep trying," the make-up artist said insightfully.

In response, Rose shook her head. She wasn't in the mood anymore.

Chagrined, she got up and made her way out. Suddenly, she heard Mark's voice.

"Miss, I think smoky make-up doesn't suit you because you're more elegant than anything. You don't have to force yourself to something that's not suited for you. Sometimes, our perception on things is what we need to change," Mark said coolly, flashing her a lighthearted smile.

She couldn't help but be reminded of Kevin. It almost seemed as if Mark was talking about her relationship with Kevin. She liked Kevin. Was it possible that Kevin wasn't suitable for her?

She frowned as she glanced at Mark, noticing his gentle eyes.

She turned to the make-up artist and said, "Let me try another style."

"Okay, miss. You can try peachy make-up. You usually wear make-up that's more suited for the office which doesn't do justice to your charm. Let's see how this type of make-up looks on you," the make-up artist said.

Rose nodded. She figured it couldn't be worse than the smoky make-up so she just went with the flow.

Noticing that Rose seemed down, Mark waited for the make-up artist to finish, keeping the smile on his face.

Around ten minutes later, the make-up artist was finally done. Rose opened her eyes and checked herself out on the mirror. She noticed she looked lovelier and more charming than usual.

She always found herself to be beautiful but she never bothered changing up her make-up. Considering her job, she had to make do with the most basic make-up routine. With this new make-up style, all her features were accentuated and she looked even more captivating.

"It's beautiful," Mark praised sincerely.

Rose beamed. She approached Mark. "Thank you. Would you mind telling me your name?"

This man seemed to have the magical ability of instantly making her feel better.

Perhaps, it was because of his gentle disposition.

"Mark Mu. I'm the vice president here. I'm sorry for making you upset earlier," Mark said diplomatically.

"It's fine. As a way of thanking you, can I buy you a cup of coffee?" Rose offered.

In the MH Villa.

Anne had stepped out of the villa.

She planned to go to the grocery so she could cook a meal for herself. With everything that was going on with Kevin, her appetite was terrible. Luckily, ever since Mark told her that he could help her, she needed to get her health back in good shape.

Like the East Mountain Villa, the MH Villa was located in a remote place. As expected, the supermarket wasn't crowded. Anne wrapped up her grocery shopping quickly. When she returned home, she noticed that the main door was slightly ajar.

She clearly remembered closing the door before she left. She grabbed a stick from outside before carefully making her way inside.

It didn't take long for her to spot a figure in the living room who seemed to be headed into the bedroom.

As Anne followed the figure, she gave the man a huge blow. She heard a muffled groan. Upon a closer look, she found that it was Ian.

"What are you doing here?" Anne asked, a sour look on her face.

"This is my home. Why can't I be here?" Ian rubbed his aching shoulder and thought, 'How violent!'

"Don't you have multiple homes? Why do you only come here? What are you planning?" Anne had never had a good impression of Ian and now she hated him even more.

Ian remained motionless as he gazed at her. He asked in confusion, "Who told you that I have a lot of houses?"

Anne was visibly stunned.

"This is your only home?" Anne pressed.

Ian really was strange.

"Why would I have multiple homes? Isn't it troublesome for me to go back and forth if that's the case?" 'What I hate the most is change. I can't possibly stand changing my address all the time,' Ian thought to himself helplessly.

While he was good in investing in business, he was pretty stable in his personal life.

"Got it. I'll leave right away," Anne concluded.

Ian asked, "Why would you leave?"

"I'm living in your home. What would others think if news of this gets out?" Anne pointed out, sneering.

Was Ian really as innocent as he made himself out to be?

"So you are worried about this."

Smiling playfully, he inched towards Anne. He gently lifted her chin with his hand and deeply gazed into her eyes.

Anne immediately turned her face to the side, averting his burning gaze.

After a while, Ian spoke up again. "Anyway, you're divorced already and I don't have a fiancee. Why don't we just make do with it?"

He seemed dead serious even though he was smiling lightly.

All of a sudden, Anne raised her head and said, "Mr. Ian, I know you're Mark's friend. That's why I'm polite to you. Please be polite to me as well."

Then Anne turned around to pack up her things. She knew that although Ian had a strange temper, he was the only person who could hide her from Kevin. Even then, she wouldn't accept his help,

especially when she was unclear of his intentions. Whether he really meant to help her or he did it just on a whim, she was not going to accept it.

After she had finished packing, Ian wrapped his arms around her.

The light shone on his handsome face as a trace of tenderness could be detected in his eyes.

"Please stay here. I was just kidding. I stay at the hotel. I just came back today to get my things," Ian said.

The affection in his tone made Anne a little uncomfortable.

"I know what you're going to say. You're Mark's friend. I won't neglect you or do anything to harm you. I might have a strange temper but I really want to help you." Anne was rendered speechless at his unpredictability.

"Thank you," she managed to blurt out.

He stiffened upon hearing this. Without saying another word, he left the villa with his suitcase in hand.

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Kevin was in his office, leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed. He looked exhausted.

For some reason, he looked a little forlorn.

"Mr. Kevin, here are the documents from the QM Group and the KIA Group. Please check them."

The assistant placed a stack of documents on Kevin's desk, noticing how barren Kevin looked.

"Mr. Kevin, are you all right? You don't look very well. Do you want to call doctor?" the assistant asked cautiously.

Kevin hated being disturbed. He opened his eyes and spat, "You can leave now. No need to call for a doctor."

He remained in his office. Every now and then, he would get up and peruse through the documents. The frown on his face never left.

Until now, he still hadn't heard any news about Anne.

More than anything, he wanted to ask her whom she loved. Even if she did want to leave, the least she should have cleared things up with him first. He refused to believe anything Selma said.

Despite all this, he knew that it was time to let go of her. It was the pain of losing control over love that made him uneasy.

He pounded his fists on the table.

He then heard someone ring the doorbell to his office.

He grabbed the remote control and the door opened. It was Rose.

"What are you doing here? Why didn't anyone stop you?" Kevin asked in astonishment.

"Aunt Selma took me here. She already set the date of our engagement. It's next month. Could you check your schedule?"

As Rose spoke, she lovingly held Kevin's arm, looking happy.

Kevin shook off her hand right away.

"Kevin, aren't you happy?" Grievance filled Rose's eyes.

"No. Whatever. You decide." With that, Kevin returned his attention to the documents he was reading.

Rose couldn't help but be upset at being ignored like this.