My ex, my Fiancee's Son

Chapters 11. Ill

I was sitting on Marcus' bed. Doctor Rio just left after checking on Marcus. The doctor said that if Marcus had symptoms of typhoid that's why his body was high. I took a deep breath and slowed him down. I must strengthen my mind and my heart because I will soon wake the lion.

"Marcus." My hand is on Marcus' right shoulder. I have to build it. He needs to eat the porridge and take his medicine. Again I called his name. Slowly her eyelashes move until her eyelids are wide open. His body slowly realized my existence.

"You." His sharp eyes quickly looked around. Find out where he is and what happened until I was next to him.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice raspy. And Marcus tried to get up to lean on the head of the bed.

"What do you think? Of course, I'm here to take care of you."

"I don't need your help. I just need to rest."

I took a long breath. It is difficult to face this lion.

"If you're not Andrew's son and my future stepson, I don't want to bother taking care of you either. So eat this porridge fast." My hand had already taken the bowl of porridge I had just cooked when Rio's doctor examined Marcus.

"I'm not hungry. You go."

It's always been a bitch. Even in this state of pain, he still behaved like that.

"Stop being annoying. You're sick, so listen to me this time."

"Now let's open your mouth." My hand thrust a spoonful of porridge toward Marcus.

"I can ma—"

I quickly put food in Marcus' mouth. His eyes glared sharply at me. And I pretended I didn't see it. Then return to feed the porridge towards Marcus. Now he is silent without protest.

"Why did you just come home now? Stay where you're at asl—"

I feed Marcus' mouth again until he has trouble continuing. I was reluctant to hear her scathing remarks, so I just focused on feeding Marcus.

"As if you care about what I do. Besides you told me to go find another guy for fun while Andrew wasn't around."

"So you really did. Fucking mesh..."

I returned to feed his mouth. I don't know why I like to silence his mouth with porridge. And her face is adorable.

"Can't you just stop talking and eat your porridge. I don't want to argue with you." I went back to feeding Marcus. He kept quiet and looked at me.

The silence between us made me restless. It seemed better that he was talking than just being quiet and looking at me. I looked down to avoid Marcus's gaze. Pretend to be serious with porridge in a bowl that stays a little more. And this is the last feed. The porridge in the bowl is finished. Does he like it or is he hungry?

"This is the last one. After this take the medicine." I just wanted to break the silence and try to get Marcus to distract him from my face. My hand feeds Marcus. This is the last one.

I smiled reflexively. There's a little porridge on Marcus's lip. My hand was outstretched and my thumb rubbed the porridge a little. Until my eyes met Marcus's eyes that's when I realized what I just did.

HOLY JEEZ! What did I just do? I quickly pulled my hand and moved away from Marcus. But quickly Marcus' left hand held my hand and his left hand pulled my nape. So fast I didn't realize when Marcus's lips had touched me.

He kissed me. Not an ordinary kiss but a kiss accompanied by a lump and a suction. My body froze, unable to move. My eyes grew bigger and looked at Marcus's face so close. The man closed his eyes. It's not like the kiss she did to me in the kitchen back then. Marcus's kiss this time was so soft and it turned on me. Tempting me to retort and taste her lips. I'm going crazy. My brain resisted and opposed Marcus but my body craved it.

Nah! Andrews!

I quickly pushed Marcus' chest until the link of his lips came off. I moved away and stood up immediately. I have to keep my distance. I have to remember that our relationship is over and now only Andrew is my priority. Andrew was my future husband and it wasn't appropriate for me to kiss his son.

I took the medicine that Dr. Rio gave me. Give the medicine along with a glass of water to Marcus. The man looked at me. His eyes were glazed over as if asking me to come closer to him. No, it was just a hallucination. I kept saying that phrase in my heart. This isn't Marcus. The man could not look at me with eyes full of longing.

"Drink your medicine."

Marcus took it and took the medicine. I tidied the bowl and glass into the tray and lifted it up.

"Rest." After saying that I walked out of Marcus's room. Just a few steps Marcus called me.

"Shelina," my legs stopped so quickly. It was as if Marcus had a remote that could stop me so easily. I just stayed in place without the slightest intention of turning towards him. Just waiting for Marcus to speak.

"Bi—can you stay here and accompany me to sleep."

I quickly turned around like a dancer who was so flexible to move. My eyes looked at Marcus in disbelief. The man is lying down with his eyes looking at me. But when I looked at him he immediately threw his face in the other direction. Is he ashamed?

"I mean, stay here. Who knew I needed your help to take something."

The corner of my lips lifted up a little. But I turned around and walked out of Marcus's room. I didn't expect him to be so gentle. Maybe the pain made him that way. If not, how could Marcus say he needs my help.

I put a dirty bowl and glass on the kitchen counter and washed it straight away. After that I took the ice water and poured it into a small basin. Marcus' fever has dropped a bit but it's better if I keep changing the compresses. So that tomorrow he is healed and can move again.

I went back into Marcus' room. The man was asleep apparently. I walked closer to the bed. Put the basin on the nightstand and dip a small cloth and put it on Marcus' forehead. I was silent looking at his face. I was able to look at him for so long without arguing or getting a sharp look from Marcus.

A lot has changed. Marcus's face is now much more mature than it was five years ago. His eyes were so sharp and intimidating to me yet when he closed his eyes like this. He's much more handsome. Her wide forehead makes her sexy. Marcus's eyebrows are thick and black. With such a beautiful nose. And most amazing and seductive of faith, of course, his thick red lips were full of hers. The longer I look at Marcus's lips the greater the urge becomes. The lips seemed to wave and pull me to come closer and kiss him. Oh my God, I want to ... Nah!

I shook my head hard. What did I just think? I want to kiss Marcus while he's sleeping.

I stood up and walked towards the long sofa that was in Marcus' room. I think I should sleep on the couch. Not because I was worried and obeyed Marcus, but because this was one of the forms of attention I could take as Marcus' future stepmother. Yeah, because that's no other reason.

I lay down after texting Evelyn that I wouldn't stay at her place tonight. Then I fell asleep on the couch.

There were two heavy hands that grabbed my body. Take me flying and put me on a soft cloud. So comfortable that it made me feel so happy. But it was far less than the burly hand of a man who pulled me into his arms. The whole body warms up even my heart feels it too.

My head was leaning against the chest of a field that was so firm yet so warm. The man's hand rubbed my back. I'm looking. Who is this man in my dream? This guy really affected me. Is she an angel because my heart is so peaceful to be by her side. As if all my problems were gone. It was as if he was the place I had been looking for all this time. Where I should have gone home, my home. Face's faint. I had trouble recognizing his face. Her lips smiled slightly, then slowly kissed my forehead.

'I miss you, Lina.' The soft voice was like the singing of the goddesses so beautiful and sweeping. Delivering me deeper into the dream.

The bright light rubbed my eyelids. I blinked slowly and opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was a man's chest. My forehead shrinks. Am I still dreaming? But the hand that was embracing my waist felt real. My eyes quickly turned around observing the entire situation around. This isn't my room? That burly arm pulled me closer towards him and clenched so tightly. This real?

I quickly looked up. Instantly my breath was forced. That man is Marcus. The man who was in front of me and was hugging so tightly was Marcus. How did this happen? My brain was forced to work hard to remember everything that happened before I fell asleep. Marcus was sick last night and I took care of him. I slept on the couch in Marcus's room. How can I be in that man's bed? Did I walk while asleep? How come? Is he ....?

I looked up and observed Marcus' sleeping face. He's still sleeping soundly. Did he move me here? But it's impossible. Marcus hates me so much, so there's no way he's doing that. Did I sleep all night in his arms? Is that why I sleep so well? What is minki? What guy says miss me is Marcus?

I shook my head hard. Not likely. It must be just my dream.

Whatever it is right now I have to wake up. Wanted to put my face where Marcus would wake up and find me sleeping on his bed. I very carefully lifted up Marcus' arm which was on my waist. Move slowly and get out of bed. My heart was pounding as Marcus moved to change his sleeping position. Is he gonna wake up? But my guess was wrong, Marcus was still asleep. Has the fever gone down?

My hand stretched out to touch Marcus's forehead. My leg breath just came out. His body temperature is normal. I took the basin and the little towel and stepped out of Marcus' room.

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After bathing and cooking porridge. I stepped into Marcus' room with a tray of porridge and a glass of milk. The man was awake and leaning on the head of the bed. He's on his cell phone, probably checking messages or calling in. I walked deeper and placed the tray on the nightstand beside the bed.

"It seems you've gotten better. Take a shower and have breakfast and don't forget to take your medicine."

Marcus just glanced at me and refocused on his phone. I exhaled a long breath. Looks like the cold Marcus is back. Never mind, she's fine anyway. I stepped away.

"Where are you going?" My feet stopped immediately. I looked up and found Marcus looking at me.

"To Wonderful Cafe."

"You're going to work and leave me at home alone."

This feels weird. Like Marcus isn't talking. I turned and straightened my body. I don't know what he's thinking right now, but I'm sure he's up to something.

"The temperature of your body has gone down, you just need to rest longer and continue taking the medicine. Besides in this mansion there are many servants who can help and take care of you. I'm sure you don't like me here either. So, I better go to work." I turned around and left without hearing Marcus's words again.

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"So, how?"

I turned my head quickly towards Evelyn who was standing beside me. I was sitting behind a desk at the Wonderful Cafe. My forehead shriveled, not understanding Evelyn's question.

"How what?"

"You said Marcus was sick all night. Is that guy really sick? I don't think that's possible."

"He is sick. High fever and the doctor said he had symptoms of typhoid."

"Men like him can get sick too."

"You're talking like you've only met Marcus."

"You obviously know, if I met her then she would just stay a name." I clucked in disbelief. Basic Evelyn.

"No man wants to have a serious relationship with you."

"Hey, what do you mean say that, huh?" I laughed a little and ignored him because there were customers who wanted to pay.

"Oh my God. That guy is so handsome. Her sharp eyes can make me melt and wet at the same time."

I snorted in disbelief and turned towards the eyes Evelyn saw. In front of the door stood a man wearing jeans and a black T-shirt wrapped in a jacket. My eyes grew in disbelief. It's Marcus! What the hell is he doing here?

"Marcus?" My forehead shriveled as the man stepped inside the Cafe. The corner of my eye caught Evelyn's flabbergasted face staring at me.

"That man is Marcus. Oh My God, what did I just say? I commend that jerk."

"But didn't you say the man was sick?" I did not answer Evelyn's question and walked over to Marcus who was sitting at one of the tables next to the window.

My hands are closed in my chest. What does this guy mean to be here?

"What are you doing here?!" I don't know why I don't like to see him here. Is he here to investigate me? Or mess up at this cafe? Could it be that he planned something bad like humiliating me in front of Cafe customers as well as other employees. However, I hated myself so much that I was still worried about the man's situation. He's still sick. He should have rested at home, Why is he here?

"What are you doing here, Marcus?" I repeated my words because Marcus was acting indifferent to me.