Chapter 6

Lillian's POV

Marcus trailed behind me as I entered Luis Vuitton.

He settled on a couch while I headed to the counter, searching for jewellery when a wristwatch caught my eye.

Nicole, my shopper, immediately approached me with a smile.

"Hi Lillian, looking for something?" she asked.

"Can I take a look at this watch?" I pointed to a black and gold wristwatch.

Nicole retrieved it from the glass case and handed it to me.

"A gift?" she inquired.

"Yeah," I responded, then glanced at Marcus, who was engrossed in conversation with a store staff offering him a drink.

Returning my attention to the watch, I heard Nicole ask, "Is he your boyfriend?"

I shook my head.

"He's my brother," I replied, causing her eyes to widen.

"Atty. Marcus Sullivan?" she asked, and I nodded.

"He looks even more handsome in person. I saw him on the news and thought he was a celebrity," Nicole said, her gaze fixed on Marcus.

"Is he single, Lillian?" Nicole asked, turning her attention back to me, awaiting my response.

"I don't know, we're not that close," I admitted.

"I'll ask then," she said, about to approach Marcus, but I stopped her.

"May I see that bag?" I requested, pointing to one displayed on the upper shelf.

Nicole looked at me in disbelief, but I simply smiled, and she had no choice but to oblige. Handing me the bag, she was about to leave when I pointed to another one.

"That's one of the newest releases," she said, eager to approach Marcus, so, I decided to let her.

"Okay," I said and started examining the bag before looking at Nicole.

"You can go," I said, and she grinned widely, wasting no time in walking towards Marcus.

Out of curiosity, I moved closer to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Atty. Sullivan?" I heard Nicole ask.

I glanced at Marcus, but our eyes met briefly, causing me to look away.

"Yeah," I heard him reply.

Upon hearing his answer, disappointment filled Nicole's face as she walked back to the counter. I approached her.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She pouted and shook her head, then looked me straight in the eyes.

"Let me know if they break up," she said, making me chuckle.

I nodded in response and handed her the items I had chosen to purchase. Nicole wrapped them and placed them in the bag, and after I paid, we exited the store.

"Do you want to buy something?" I asked Marcus, looking at him.

Before he could answer, my stomach growled, and he undoubtedly heard it.

"Have you had lunch?" he asked coldly.

I bit my lower lip and shook my head. I had been involved in an accident earlier, and I spent an hour at the police station trying to resolve the matter. However, the person I collided with refused to settle, so I forgot to eat lunch.

"Let's go," Marcus said, taking the bag from my hand, and we headed to the nearest restaurant.

We sat at a table near the glass window. Marcus ordered a drink while I decided on pasta and a fruit shake.

While waiting for our order, I stole glances at him.

"Thank you for coming," I sincerely expressed.

Marcus stared at me for a moment, then nodded.

"Next time, call me if you need to go somewhere," he said, causing my forehead to crease, and my heart skipped for an unknown reason.

"Why?" I asked.

Marcus looked directly into my eyes.

"I don't have time to clean up after your messes, Lillian," he said without breaking eye contact. I couldn't fathom why his words made my heart sink.

"You don't have to do that," I replied.

"It's my job. Maintaining your father's clean image is my job, which means I have to clean up any messes linked to him, especially his daughter's messes," he explained, his gaze unwavering. I didn't understand why his words left me feeling silent.

I forced a smile, nodding my head. The waitress arrived at the perfect time, allowing me to ignore Marcus.

When the food arrived, I focused all my attention on it, acting as if he wasn't in front of me.

After finishing, I called the waitress and paid for our meal.

"It's on me," I said, then stepped out of the restaurant, carrying the bags.

I sensed Marcus following me, and when I saw his car, I climbed inside.

After a while, Marcus followed, but he didn't start the engine instead he looked at me.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking confused by my behaviour.

I glanced at him innocently.

"Nothing," I said, diverting my attention in front.

Although I could still feel Marcus's gaze on me, he eventually began driving.

After a few minutes, we arrived at the White House.

I stepped out of the car without waiting for him to open the door—I doubted he would.

I was about to walk away when I remember the wristwatch that I bought so I knocked on his window.

When Marcus lowered his window, I handed him the box.

"What's this?" he asked.

I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and looked at him.

"A thank-you gift for saving me, even if it's just part of your job," I said.

Marcus shifted his gaze to the box I was holding, then returned his eyes to me.

"I don't wear luxury brands, Lillian," he stated, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Better spend your Daddy's money on things that will improve his image," he continued, and then he drove away, leaving my hand hanging in the air, clutching the watch I had bought for him.

"I earned this money, you asshole!" I shouted, even though he could no longer hear me.

"You will pay for this, Marcus," I swore, glaring at his car that had just driven away.