All Chapters of Between Love and Scandal: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

And the two people burned by romance approached each other. Eye contact that both radiated a great longing as well as an unspeakable overflowing of the heart that felt even more overwhelming when held only in the soul.Mark boldly lifted Aileen's chin slowly, then his lips came and gently kissed Aileen's pink lips, unadorned by lipstick that night. The sweetness his kiss tasted made Mark not want to stop there. He continued to squeeze and even taste his lover's lips as if there was no tomorrow. By then, Aileen was rebelling as she began to have difficulty breathing."Oh my! What kind of kiss is that? So greedy, you know!" Aileen pulled away and covered her swollen lips. They had only kissed once before, and even then, it was only a fleeting moment before embarrassment struck them both."That was... an annoyance kiss," Mark replied."So don't ever make me jealous again. The risk will be much worse than right now," Mark threatened with a menacing look.Aileen laughed. She thought to her

It is true that when Gio arrived in Jakarta, Mark helped her a lot with contacts and connections that she would need to work on Lisa's boutique project. Gio began to be more flexible and less rigid with Lisa because, this time, she was in a position where Lisa depended on her."We will discuss the concept again every day, from the exterior to the interior...and everything," Gio told Mark on the second day. He was proud because he hadn't expected to be so close to Lisa. But thanks to Mark's concept, he was able to get this rare opportunity."Well, then there will be so much time, huh, to steal her attention? Uh, is that so?" Mark teased Gio while one eye blinked happily. Well, although Gio couldn't see his expression either since they were only talking over the line."Hahaha, please, sir. Don't make me feel like the deadline is not about finishing the project but about winning Lisa's heart. What the hell!" Gio began to dare to argue jokingly with Mark. And that was a significant improv

"This really can't be helped, Mom!" Courtney paced back and forth in her mother's room. Seeing the joy that Mark and his family were experiencing made her jealousy-fueled emotions run high. Not caring that happiness should be Mark's after what he experienced as a child, Courtney couldn't accept that he would be further excluded from the company's inheritance."You're right, sweetheart. Don't think that just because your father can't do anything in his wheelchair that George has the right to control everything. Where are our rights? You should have an equal share of the power in the company with Mark," Mrs. Rebecca said in support of her daughter's words."Oh, I don't know, Ma. Then we have to act. Justice sometimes has to be done ourselves." Courtney said as her eyes held a determined look."Think of a way, sweetie. I'll help you make it happen. I have no idea how to destroy your uncle. Damn. He always manages to get away with it. It's like having a lot of psychics!" grumbled Mrs. Re

Mark had returned to the hospital around eleven in the evening, and Aileen had decided to stay overnight at the hospital. After all, there was an extra bed in the room for waiting patients plus a long sofa and could even ask for another futon to use if needed.“Are you still here?” greeted Mark as he wrapped an arm around Aileen's waist. He almost kissed Aileen on the forehead as was their habit when they met recently. Fortunately, he then remembered that his father was also in the room although he was busy watching his wife.“Are you awake yet, Pa?” She turned toward the gurney where her mother was still unconscious.“Not yet. What about the police investigation?” “They'll be here tomorrow morning. I just checked the guest book list and who the invitations were distributed to, Pa.” Mark answered in detail.“And what did you find?” Mr. George asked impatiently.“Aunt Rebecca and Courtney were included in the invitation but they didn't attend judging from the guest book,” he answered

"The CCTV footage didn't show anything unusual, sir," the detective reported to Mark, who had taken the day off to personally follow up on the investigation. "We also questioned the waiter who served Mrs. Anna her drink. He claimed he had no idea the glass contained sodium cyanide. He said he was just randomly distributing drinks, picking a variety to serve around the hall," added a younger officer, explaining the situation. Mark studied the photo of the waiter. The file already contained his personal data and identification. Intuitively, Mark felt something off about the man. "I’ll interrogate him again, sir. I believe there’s more he knows but hasn’t disclosed to the police," Mark said confidently. Without waiting for approval, Mark immediately set out on his own. He had his ways of investigating cases, and relying on the police only tested his patience to its limits—patience he didn’t have in abundance. The perpetrator had to be caught, with or without the police's help. Hi