BXBX NOVEL Chapter 386
“Just stop talking and I won’t murder you myself,” Marcel grunted when she wouldn’t stop complaining.
He was heading to the sitting room where he would be received by his father. It was the only place he could go in this house unless summoned otherwise by his father.
Even at that, Marcel was alert and looked for any sign of them and he came up with nothing. Since there was no form of chaos, that meant she still hadn’t made any move and was still cleaning. Hopefully, Arianna never initiates the plan and just leaves the same way she came. His sister could wait a little more, but he could not recover Arianna if she died.
“Why do I feel dizzy? Do you think I’m suffering from a low sugar level? But I had enough sweets. You think it’s blood loss? I haven’t checked my blood level since the beginning of this month because I’ve been so busy. Talking about being busy, you think it’s the stress?” The girl was still blabbering when Marcel simply tossed her on the couch roughly and she bounced on it, moaning from his mistreatment.
Not that Marcel gave a care because he simply turned his back to her and pulled out his phone, going through the many texts Victor sent to him. As he thought, they’ve come to realize that his father didn’t leave his house at all.
[Stand down, I’m here now. I’ll handle it]
He sent the text knowing Victor would attempt to sneak if he wasn’t around.
[What do you intend to do? Winters just told me the ring has been turned on, she could see the signal from her device]
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Marcel read the text that made his heart drop dead. Arianna turned the ring already? He looked around, there was no smoke nor had the fire alarm sounded? What was going on here? He couldn’t understand a thing anymore.
[Keep calm, I’ll take care of this.]
Marcel lied just to comfort him because the truth is that Arianna is a goner if she’s turned on the ring already. How could she think of going ahead with the plan in this situation?
She had even promised to abort this operation if it got too dangerous. Guess she never intended to keep her promise in the first place. He knew Arianna was headstrong, who knew she was reckless as well. That stubborn woman!
“You put on a tough front, when in reality you’re all soft inside,” Clara said out of nowhere and Marcel turned to her, having no clue what she was talking about.
“You’ve always hated your father, but then at the first news that he’s sick, you come running here? Even right now, the worry is written all over your face and you keep pacing up and down. Why do you keep on hiding, Marcel?” Clara still thought all those worries were for his father, Daniel.
Marcel gave her a stupid look before he resumed his passive expression, neither did he make any efforts to correct her impression of him. She could think all she wanted, he didn’t care.
Clara continued speaking, staring at Marcel deeply even though he wouldn’t look at her.
“I know why you treat me this way. You are afraid of giving your heart to me so you do everything possible to push me away.” She claimed.
“Is that so?” The corners of Marcel’s mouth lifted in wry laughter.
“You know I’m the only woman you would have to spend the rest of your life with. Hence, you can hate me all you want, but in the end, it’s me and you struck in this marriage and the last one you would love.”
For a moment there, Clara thought she saw pity in Marcel’s gaze – at least his pity was better than his anger, right – but it was gone immediately.
Instead, he placed a hand on his chest dramatically, “Aww, that’s the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me.” there was nothing but mockery in his tone.
Suddenly, Marcel walked over to her and then leaned over while she shrank back. He placed his hand on her side and holding her gaze, he said to her, “Is that what you deceive yourself with? Hope?”
He sneered, “Dear Clara, you should know when to fight and when to retreat. If I were you, I would give up on me now you still have the chance. Don’t turn me into a bad person.”
Clara lifted her head, “It’s too late, I can’t let you go.”
“You sound like a psychopath and I’m scared for my life now, you should definitely go for a checkup,” He retorted, and Clara went red with embarrassment.
But that was the scene Daniel stumbled into when he finally graced them with his appearance. He said, “The both of you look so cozy I’m beginning to think that it’s loss not getting you both married immediately,”
Marcel pushed away from Clara, his eyes cold and flat with his expression hardening as he stood spine straight, facing his father.
“Father!” Clara shot to her feet, a blush creeping up her face when she realized the man misunderstood their position earlier. She went over to help him, assuming the role of a good daughter-in-law.
“You don’t have to help me, I’m not that old that I can’t sit on my own,” Daniel put up his hand, stopping her in her tracks. He sat down, coughing into the handkerchief he had with him and Marcel noticed that.
“Are you dying yet?” He asked, taking satisfaction from his misery.
“Not soon, at least not until I see you get married,” He countered, slapping the smile off his son’s face.
Upon seeing the tension rising between both men, Clara stepped in immediately, “You should have seen the shock on Marcel’s face when he heard you were sick, father. He raced to your place like a madman, that’s to show how much he cares about you.”
When Clara said that, Daniel’s brows arched in surprise while Marcel put on his stoic face but he looked a bit annoyed. Why did she have to bring that up?
Daniel looked at Marcel, an intelligent glint in his eyes as he asked his obedient daughter-in-law, “Is that so? Marcel was worried about me?”