Chapter 9
"What kind of work requires your presence at two in the morning?" Somehow at the moment, the floor is more interesting to Mark. "It-it's just w-work."
Jackson's sighs, looking at the cowering cat in front of him. "You can't." Mark looked up at the latter. "I don't allow you to go back. Now go back to your room before I report you." He said, looking elsewhere because he doesn't have the heart to say that with looking straight into the other's sad eyes.
"But sir I really need to go please." He's practically begging.
Before he falls for the other's sad, round and doe-eyed, Jackson grabs Mark's hand and dragged him back. "Sir plea-" His words stuck in his throat when Jackson suddenly turns and his stern eyes look straight into his soul. "Mark Tuan, you want to do as I said or
