The three of them had been sitting there waiting. It was not until 7:10 pm when Mark finally appeared at the restaurant entrance.
He first glanced with his eyes slightly narrowed at Summer, then at the other three, before he took his seat.
"Did your dad call you?" Yvette still did not give up.
Jazz felt a headache. 'Can't she stop it even for a while?'
"No, he should be very busy at this time," Mark said faintly.
"However busy he is, he should call you on your birthday. You are his son. But he did not even bother t o call!"
Baine pulled at Yvette’s sleeve to remind her. "It is Mark's birthday today, Yvette."
Only then did she restrain herself, taking a deep breath to regulate her breathing.
Jazz took out a pen and handed it over to Mark. "Here you go, Mark. Happy birthday. It might not be an expensive brand, but I bought it with my money."
After working part-time at the gas station for some
time, he bought something with his hard-earned money.
"Thank you." Mark's lips turned up in a smile as he patted Jazz on the shoulder.
Summer bowed her head and opened the small bag she carried with her as she planned to take out the birthday present she had bought for Mark.
But before she could take the present out, Baine was handing a present to Mark with a smile. "I hand-picked this for you. Hope you will like it, Mark. Open it up."
"Whatever it is, I know I will like it because it is from you, Aunt."
One reason was that someone else had given out the same thing.
The other reason was that someone had beaten her to the punch by giving out an identical wallet, which was her favorite, carefully selected present. Those elements of mystery, surprise, and excitement vanished in a blink of an eye.
When a present loses its meaning, it becomes useless. When she saw the same present, it made her feel uncomfortable.
Mark looked over at Summer with his hand extended out. "Where is my present, Mrs. Valentine?”
There was an awkward smile on her face as she explained in embarrassment, "I forgot to bring it when I hurried out of the door earlier."
Mark's face darkened, his eyes narrowed. He stared at her with eyes that looked as if they would pierce through her.
"What else have you not forgotten, huh?" His voice was deep and cold.
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