Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy novel Chapter 1039

Marcus and others found Babur in a quite quiet bistro at night. Marcus pushed open the door, and its owner greeted them earnestly.

"Hey, what can I help you?" The shop-owner moved her quite attractive lips, "Come for a party?"

Marcus greeted back gentlemanly, and then said, "We come to find a friend of ours... He's tall and thin, with special hair color."

Special hair color-- with this feature, the owner immediately was impressed, and she said, "I knew him. He has been staying in my shop for almost a day. Before I opened the door, he had been here."

Marcus and Lamont looked at each other, nodding.

She led them to a private room. "I still wondered how he came in. After all, our pub was locked, but when we came in the morning, the door was open. Maybe it was unlocked the day before, so he happened to come in."

Asuka asked, "You didn't call the police?"

"I didn't."

The owner shook her head. "At first, I thought he was a thief. Later, I found that nothing was lost here, and there was no abnormality in the surveillance video. He just came in, and then stayed alone in the private room in silence. Later, when we went to work at night, he ordered wine and drank a lot."

Marcus sighed. "He is our friend. He may be in a bad mood recently, bring you trouble. Let's settle his wine bill. Thank you for taking him in."

"Oh, nothing, just a favor." She waved her hand with a smile. "The brokenhearted are really uncomfortable. When he drank, I felt he can't vent his emotions, so he came here. When you're available, chat with him and help him relax."

"Thank you."

Carl showed his gratitude. The owner waved at them dismissively and opened the door of the room for them.

After entering, Asuka covered her nose. "Oh, what a heavy smell of wine..."

"He drank much more than ever before..." Marcus murmured and came forward, seeing Babur lying on the table and that his silvery hair poured down from his back, which showed a beautiful scene.

He looked at Babur's expression for a long moment. Babur was drunk and can not distinguish the person in front of him, but vaguely saying, "Who are you?"

Marcus went to drag him. "It's me. Let's go. Don't lock yourself here."

When Babur heard this voice, he came to his vision and saw Marcus, saying unwillingly, "No, I still wanna drink wine."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Marcus kicked the glass bottle on the ground. "You're drunk. You still wanna continue? Babur, are you crazy?!"

Babur's eyes were red. It was still unclear why his eyes were like this. For he was drunk or other reasons? "I'm ok. I just feel upset, but I can't vent my feelings. I can only do this."

The shop owner is right.

Babur needs to vent.

Marcus went to pull Babur up. Babur hung around Marcus' neck, completely leaning against Marcus, his white hair like a silver waterfall. Marcus stumbled back a few steps. "So heavy."

Until Lamont spitted out the rest words. "You'll be miserable like this."

Babur shivered, as if he was punched, and then he said, "What should I do?"

What to do?

Marcus' eyes widened.

"Then we can be like Ricky and Ventus. You always rely on each other and never betray each other."

Like Marcus and Lamont, they can understand each other just with an eye contact. What a nice couple!

Babur was jealous of them.

"Lamont is my perfect partner, the only partner." Marcus held Babur heavily, for he felt Babur will fall down at any time. "You need to cultivate that with time, sometimes, in agony."

Because they have experienced too many things together, they are like this. However, Babur and Lenard are different.

"Lenard was raised in an innocent family, different from us." Marcus shook his head. "He's not your perfect partner, so he has no link that transcends death with you, which is normal. You should know your affection for someone is a knife you give others to hurt yourself."

Babur didn't speak, and his beautiful face was full of numbness and despair.

"So wake up. Marcus is a good friend, but..." Marcus expressed his thoughts in a very obscure way. "Not a good companion."