Barbie pushed Mark away, her brows furrowing as she tried to process the situation unfolding before her. "What's wrong with you?" she yelled, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and confusion.
Mark frowned, not understanding her reaction. "What do you mean, babygirl?" he asked, his tone tinged with concern.
Barbie took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "First of all, we're not together anymore," she stated firmly. "And secondly, you were mad at me just a minute ago and then I saw you taking pictures with those girls."
A mischievous smirk played on Mark's lips as he asked, "Were you jealous, babygirl?"
Barbie scowled at his audacity, unable to comprehend why he would ask such a question instead of addressing her concerns. "What?" she spat out, her disbelief evident in her voice.
"You were jealous, right?" Mark continued, his smirk growing wider as he stepped closer to her. Barbie instinctively placed her hand on his chest, halting his advance.
