20 The Strange Fiancé

“You’re awake?” I asked as I saw Marco putting the bloodstained blanket in the bathroom.

“Are the people outside gone?” I was still worried about them.

“They’ve already left,” he replied, though he still looked pretty pale. I made some room for him. “Do you want to rest some more?”

He refused, but after just two steps, he had to lean on the wall. I got off the bed, grabbed him, and pushed him back down onto it.

“You went out to deal with them, didn’t you?” I noticed his wound looked like it had torn a bit, and I couldn’t help but feel a little angry. Did he not understand how dangerous that was?

Marco’s POV

Even when she’s angry, she’s cute.

When I kissed her, I thought she’d push me away, but she was so scared she was trembling—yet she didn’t move away. I was scared of overwhelming her, so I kept it light, but surprisingly, she fell asleep.

Thinking of how she held back her tears while using the forceps, I felt sorry for her. She’d never been exposed to such a bloody scene, and I dra