Chapter 8
Marcel exclaimed, “Of course I did…‘
“But you were saying that you have a germophobia and didn’t let me touch you, while eating the ice
cream cone that Nyla handed to you, and even in the lounge, you two were…”
Marcel’s face turned pale instantly.
“Even though Nyla moved into the house that night, she sent a photo of you two sleeping together, Marcel. You looked into my eyes and asked, ‘Was Nyla really only in the guest room that day?“”
“I…” Marcel stammered for a while, but didn’t say anything.
“You made me deliver an extra meal for Nyla, but you even went on to eat with her…”
“Even the makeup you let me choose was just leftover samples from Nyla,” I shook my head, “Marcel, you truly disgust me.”
“Your love was really cheap.”
Marcel’s eye sockets turned red, his hands trembling as he attempted to touch me, but suddenly he remembered something. His hand paused in mid–air for a moment, but ultimately withdrew.
“You were enjoying my care while also being infatuated with Nyla’s freshness.‘
“Marcel, you didn’t love me, you just enjoyed the feeling of being admired by two people at the
same time.”
I shook my head and stood up, opening the door. “Unfortunately, I didn’t have such a habit.”
Outside the door, Isiah came and went, and when he saw me, he smiled at me and said, “Sister, I was worried about you.”
Marcel remained silent for a moment and then looked up at me.
“Alexa, could we still be friends?”
I had intended to refuse directly, but I changed my mind when I saw the blue petals on the floor at
the entrance.
Marcel will be returning to his country soon, and we will never see each other again in this lifetime.
“Sure, I hope you remembered the duty of a friend.”
Marcel left, and Isiah stared at Marcel’s figure, lost in thought.
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I looked at him with great interest and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, just my sister advising me to avoid associating with such shady people.”
I laughed without saying a word.
I thought I would never see Marcel again, but to my surprise, half a month later, he showed up with
a painting.
“Alexa, I had several people copy that painting for me, but none of them looked like it,” Marcel looked at me cautiously. “Can you… help me make some changes?”
I was silent, and when I was painting that picture, my heart and eyes were full of him. Every stroke was my love for him. But now, things have changed, and even I can’t paint the feeling I had back
then.
After I truthfully spoke, Marcel’s face turned pale, and he stammered, glancing at me with a probing look.
“Can you help me redraw it then? I… I can pay extra.”
I was feeling a bit hesitant, contemplating how to refuse, when Isiah’s voice came from inside the
house.
“No, you can’t,” he walked out and stood in front of me.
Isiah seemed to be smiling but not really. “A qualified ex–boyfriend should be like dead, coming to see my girlfriend every day, what do you take me for?”
Marcel looked at me in shock, his gaze wandering for a moment before finally falling on the hand we were holding, and after a while, he finally lowered his head.
Marcel left, and Isiah closed the door. I pulled my hand out of Isiah’s grip and crossed my arms, looking at him. “Tell me, how did you become my boyfriend?”
Isiah opened his innocent puppy eyes, his gaze clear. “What are you saying, sister? I am just helping you, so that everything will be taken care of once and for all, right?”
“Oh, really?” I said, watching Isiah nod vigorously. Then I changed my tone and said, “The light bulb is fixed, you can leave now.”
I closed the door in Isiah’s resentful eyes.
The next morning, as soon as I opened the door, I saw an unidentified object falling down along the
door.
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I looked closely and it was Marcel.
His clothes were wet, his hair was damp and hanging down, his whole body was hot, his entire face was flushed, and he looked like he had been drenched in rain all night.
I took a step back and made an emergency call.
Just as the medical staff were about to take him away, he suddenly regained consciousness, reaching out and grabbing onto the hem of my clothes, refusing to let go no matter what.
“Alexa, I know I let you down, ignored you so many times in the past, and even made you get drenched in the rain.”
“It used to feel so uncomfortable waiting for someone like this. In the past, you would definitely not let me get wet in the rain, but now…”
“Alexa, I knew I didn’t have the qualifications to stay by your side anymore. There won’t be days without me in the future… Take good care of yourself.”
I hadn’t even had time to nod my head when Marcel fell into a coma, completely unconscious.
A few days later, I suddenly received a cake anonymously delivered to me. Attached to the box was a note that said, “I have left, take care.”
