His voice was agitated and aggressive, while his eyes were bloodshot. I could smell the alcohol in his breath, which puffed on my face. It was obvious that he was drunk.
“Marcus, are you drunk?” I asked, trying to steady him. However, he flung my arms away.
Grabbing my shoulders, he stared intently into my eyes. “Do you pity me too? Sally managed to squeeze my mother away and chase her out of my life. On the other hand, I have to indifferently endure her and my father’s happiness while suffering from his cold treatment. Do you pity me?”
I frowned. Looks like he’s really drunk.
Sighing, I held onto his arm and said, “You don’t need my pity. You’re drunk, Marcus. Let me send you back.”
After bidding farewell to the others in the private room, I ignored their gaze and helped Marcus walk down the stairs.
He was still slightly conscious. At the entrance, he slumped down on the steps childishly and refused to walk anymore.
Exasperated, I looked at him and instructed, “Marcus, I’m sending you home!”
“I don’t have a home!”
“Then go back to your hotel!”
He looked at me and pursed his lips. “Let’s go together!”
Hearing that, I was rendered speechless.
“I’ll send you there.”
God… He’s such a difficult person to handle.
“Then forget it! I’ll stay here for the entire night.” He was half-drunk and even throwing a tantrum.
Too frustrated to say anything, I stared at him and said after a slight pause, “Fine! Stay here for the night, then. I’m going home.”
With that, I turned around the hail a cab.
Suddenly, he hugged me from behind. I heard his deep, hoarse, and helpless voice sound beside my ear. “Sienna, where’s your sense of empathy? Do you really want me to freeze to death here?”
Gazing at his flushed yet handsome face, I nodded. “Yeah! Be my guest.”
I guess I shouldn’t get my hopes high since I was talking to a drunkard.
As soon as he heard my words, he stared at me with his abysmal pair of eyes and a frowned look. He was cradling me in his arms while caressing my head.
I pushed him away because I knew what he had in his mind. “Marcus, you’re drunk!”
Nevertheless, the man didn’t even budge the slightest. Since we were next to the street, I was afraid I would push him off to the bustling streets and get him involved in an accident.
In the end, we ended up behaving as though we were making out in the middle of nowhere, being lovey-dovey in public.
“Marcus-” I yelled at him to express my frustration because he started running his hands behind my back.
Before I could reprimand him, I felt him being lunged away from me full force. A few seconds later, I heard a muffled grunt from him.
By the time I returned to my senses, Anthony and Marcus had gotten involved in an intense fight. To be precise, Anthony started beating Marcus to a pulp with all his might.
Within a few seconds, Marcus’ face was bruised. Perhaps because he was awfully drunk, he was defenseless against Anthony and allowed the brutal man to throw several consecutive punches at his face relentlessly.
I sprinted over and grasped the hem of Anthony’s shirt to stop him. As I was worried that something bad would happen, I warned him, “Anthony, stop! He’s going to die for real if you keep going on!”
Anthony’s expression darkened, and then he asked callously, “Are you worried about him?”
I responded with a frown while Marcus remarked sarcastically, “Sienna, I knew it! You still care about me, don’t you?”
To be honest, I was completely speechless because of the things Marcus said in front of Anthony – it sounded as though Marcus had a death wish and couldn’t wait for Anthony to send him to hell.
As expected, Anthony got increasingly infuriated and dragged the man that was pinned to the ground up, throwing punches at him without showing him any mercy.
On the other hand, Marcus seemed to have lost his mind – he wouldn’t stop grinning no matter how brutal Anthony was. “Anthony, the more you beat me up, the more Sienna cares about me!”
Something was definitely wrong with Marcus’ mind. His words worked like a charm as Anthony cast him to the ground and launched a few merciless kicks on his abdomen.
I could hear another muffled grunt from the drunk yet brutally beaten-up man when he struggled to bring himself up.
Since Anthony was about to rush over to Marcus’ side once more, I got in his way and stopped him in a calm manner. “Anthony, can’t you tell he’s trying to provoke you deliberately? Do you really want to kill him and be thrown behind bars because of him?”
He pursed his lips and started panting heavily. “This jerk asked for it!”
I rolled my eyes helplessly and decided to stay away from the heavily injured man to prevent further conflicts. Thankfully, Richard rushed out when he heard the commotion. “Mr. Blackwood, can you do me a favor and bring Mr. White to the hospital before sending him back to his place? Thanks in advance.”
Richard took a peek at the indifferent Anthony and responded with a nod and a smirk. He proceeded to bring Marcus up and brought him away soon.
Once they departed, Anthony glared at me in the eyes to express his irritation.
I should be blamed for the entire incident, but I tried to defend myself.
“I-I… H-He’s drunk!”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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