Fortunately, Marcus fiddled for a while, then settled back on the couch. I thought he’d had too much to drink and fallen asleep.
When I looked sideways, I saw him staring at the ceiling, eerily quiet.
Seeing how distraught he was, I couldn’t resist asking Dennis, “Who is that girl he loves but can’t have?”
Dennis didn’t say anything. He raised his eyebrows and didn’t try to answer it.
After thinking about it, I approached him and said, “Olivia?” I couldn’t think of anyone else besides her.
Marcus probably heard me. He jerked straight up on the couch, looked at me, and yelled at me in a very angry voice, “Olivia, you’re blind. What’s good about Dennis? He just has some money and looks good. I can give you money if you want!”
I…
I looked up at Dennis. There was nothing unusual about him, and he seemed calm.
I looked at Marcus and smiled. I tried to console him, but I always thought I would laugh, so I stopped.
Instead, Dennis put his arm around me and lowered his voice, “Don’t worry about him. He’ll be fine when he wakes up.”
I was shocked and whispered, “He does this all the time?”
His long fingers rested on the glass, which was raised to his lips. His thin lips were an inviting shade of red.
“Sometimes!” He said, looking at me, and seeing that I was staring into his mouth, he put down his glass and smiled, “What?”
I pulled myself together and hid my embarrassment with a dry cough, “Oh!”
I looked back, but my heart beat faster. This man was probably a seductive demon.
Fortunately, Marcus calmed down after a while of drunken agitation. Maybe he didn’t think it was any use yelling like that.
So, he just lay down on the couch and slept with his eyes closed.
Dennis looked at him, then his dark eyes rested on me, his voice deep and subdued, “Come on, let’s go home!”
I nodded, looked at Marcus and said, “Should we send him back?”
He shook his head, “No, we just need to take him downstairs.”
With that, he stood up, raised Marcus, who was drunk, with one hand, and looked at me, “Let’s go.”
Outside the W Town, a driver of the Thomson family stepped up to help Marcus. He thanked Dennis and helped Marcus out.
Dennis’s car was in the parking lot. As Marcus was being picked up, he looked at me and said, “Wait here for me. I’ll get the car!”
“I’ll go with you.” I said, the W Town’s car park was huge and it was a long walk.
But he stopped me. “I’ll be right with you. Don’t run around. It’s cold outside. Go inside and wait for me.”
With that, he called the W Town clerk and showed me inside.
I couldn’t beat this guy, so I had to wait for him in the club.
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