Chapter 11: Help, How Embarrassing
Liam had come to ask Marcus for his signature, but in the end, he couldn’t get the signature and lost both face and reputation instead. He couldn’t sit still anymore and left with a gloomy expression.
Caleb, holding a glass of wine, saw something was off and said with a meaningful tone, “Marcus, you’re not acting right tonight.”
Marcus smiled lightly, “What’s wrong?”
Caleb looked as if he understood but didn’t say it aloud. “You know it yourself.”
After dealing with everything, Marcus wasn’t planning to stay any longer. “I’m leaving.”
Caleb was curious, “Leaving so early? What kind of woman can make you fall like this?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” Marcus extinguished the cigarette on his lip. “I would give my life for
her.”
Caleb clicked his tongue, teasing, “I didn’t think you’d be the romantic type.” He crossed his arms, a mysterious smile on his face, leaning closer to Marcus and lowering his voice: “Is it her? Ten years ago, the one who saved you, Ella?”
Marcus remained silent, his dark eyes sweeping over Caleb’s face.
Caleb understood and silently applauded his own sharpness, but couldn’t resist teasing a little more: “What good does it do to secretly love her? Back when you were working on the border, she chased after your nephew for seven years.”
“If it weren’t for Liam being blind and clueless, they might have been married by now.”
Caleb, always eager to offer solutions, added, “If I were you, I’d take advantage of her arguing with your nephew and get her to marry you while she’s still angry. Once it’s done, she won’t be able to back out.”
Marcus didn’t seem to hear him. He simply walked out.
After taking a few steps, Marcus stopped, suddenly thinking of something, and turned back.
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“Where’s Stella Hewitt?”
“She’s staying at home, why?”
“Go home, have her accompany Ella to the hospital tomorrow. I’ll send you the room number later.”
Before Caleb could respond, Marcus had already left without looking back. Only then did Caleb
realize that he had been used as a tool.
“I’m arguing with Stella, why would I go home? Don’t you know, why did I set up this gathering in such heavy rain?”
It was because he couldn’t go home, needing his brothers around to help him kill time.
Caleb took a gulp of wine, feeling a headache coming on when he thought of Stella.
The night before had been a torrential downpour, but as dawn broke, the rain stopped.
Ella had slept lightly. She felt like she had dreamt something, but couldn’t recall the details right
away.
“Awake?”
A man’s voice suddenly came from behind her as she groggily woke up.
Ella froze. Man, a man?
She immediately turned her head towards the direction the voice had come from, and her entire body stiffened.
Lying on the other half of the bed was a strange man. He was half–leaning against the headboard, and his beautiful eyes leisurely gazed at her.
The white shirt on the man was wrinkled, with three buttons undone, revealing the faint outline of his chest muscles.
Ella frowned, what… what was going on?
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Marcus slightly lowered his eyes, and his thin lips curled up. “Surprised, Miss Rossi? You didn’t forget how I ended up in this bed last night, did you?”
Ella instinctively tightened her grip on the blanket, her eyes filled with caution as she looked at Marcus.
She didn’t know him at all, so how could he be in her bed?
Marcus spoke seriously as he adjusted his shirt, “Last night, you wouldn’t let me leave when you fell asleep. You took advantage of me. If anyone should be angry, it should be me.”
Ella was stunned.
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Last night, she had held onto him and not let go?
She closed her eyes and tried to recall. After the doctor had visited her, she had just laid down to sleep.
In a daze, she seemed to have had a dream. What exactly happened in that dream, she couldn’t remember, but she vaguely remembered being held in a warm embrace for the entire night.
She looked up at the man again, half–believing, and asked, “Are you sure I was the one who pulled you in?”
Marcus didn’t respond. He raised his hand and started adjusting his shirt again.
When he reached the third button, his movements suddenly froze.
His narrow eyes lifted, and his gaze landed on Ella’s right palm.
Following his line of sight, Ella saw that her hand was tightly clutching the third button.
Did she pull it off?
Ella: “…”
Help… How embarrassing.
But she really couldn’t remember anything at all.
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