Matteo was clearly teasing, implying that Mark and Charles were doing something far more interesting in the car.
Mark scoffed and quickly typed back.
Don't even start. Now that your baby is back, do you even care about me anymore? I've been gone for over an hour, and you're only texting me now? Fuck you.
A moment later, Matteo replied.
You're just jealous. That's why I'm taller than you.
Mark rolled his eyes at the familiar arrogant banter.
By how many inches, exactly? Teo, fuck off. I'm genuinely mad, not jealous… and if I couldn't find you for an hour, I wouldn't care either.
Sitting at the VIP table inside the reception, Matteo read the message and shook his head with a faint smile.
He quickly typed back.
Alright, I'm sorry... I have no excuse. But I honestly thought you were doing it with Charles or were just busy.
Mark's expression grew serious as his thoughts drifted back to the unfamiliar man from the garden.
