Love Together, Be With You Never

Chapter 59 I Slept in Marlon's Arms

A prompt sounded from the rice steamer when the porridge was cooked.

It pulled me back to reality. I quickly turned off the power, poured the porridge into a bowl and brought it

to Marlon. "Since your stomach hurts, you’d better have some porridge!"

Only after saying this did I realize that I was used to helping him do everything and being nice to him,

for I couldn't bear to see him unhappy or feel uncomfortable.

"Feed me. My stomach hurts!" Without moving, he leaned against the sofa.

I wanted to refuse, because it was utterly inappropriate for me to feed him. However, seeing his paler

face and the beads of sweat on his forehead, I picked up the bowl without saying anything. Then I

scooped up a spoonful of porridge and cooled it down before putting it near Marlon's lips.

Marlon stared at me. The whole house was in silence, and he kept looking at me quietly. I also looked

back at him without uttering a word. My heart suddenly beat rapidly. This had never happened before.

When we were together in the past, we only had physical contact without any communication, and he

had never looked at me like this, as if I was the only person in his world.

I kept telling myself to stop daydreaming. The reason why he behaved like this was that he drank too

much. He probably didn't even know who I was right now.

However, no matter how I warned myself, I still couldn't help having an extravagant hope. Even if it was

just a dream, I wanted to feel his gentleness regardless of anything else. That was because after

tonight, Marlon would sober up and everything would return to normal.

"You can drink now. It's already cold!" I said to Marlon with a smile, which was the gentlest one I had

ever shown to him. Since there was no future between us, I would shower my tenderness and affection

on him for the last time.

Marlon kept staring at me as he drank the porridge I fed him. He finished the whole bowl of porridge in

this way.

After he finished the porridge, I helped him to his bed. I didn't dare to look at him, because I knew I

must give up on him. If this continued, I would be on the brink of an abyss again.

I turned around to leave, but my hand was grabbed by him. "Stay with me!" In the dim bedroom,

Marlon's voice sounded husky and low. There was also a touch of loneliness and sorrow in it, as if he

was an injured beast licking its wounds in the night.

I felt my heart was suddenly hit fiercely by something, and I was completely out of my senses.

Marlon pulled me back, and I completely forgot to resist. He hugged me from behind and tightly

pressed me against his strong chest. I finally understood that I was like a moth and Marlon was like the

light I had spent my whole life searching for. No matter how many tribulations I had experienced, as

long as he was right in front of me, I would come to him happily even if I knew I was going to die!

I closed my eyes and greedily smelled the unique scent of Marlon, as well as the strong smell of

alcohol on him. Without turning around, I groped for his hand and slowly held it. Tears rolled down my

cheeks uncontrollably.

'Marlon, do you know how much I love you? Even when lying in your arms, I feel so painful when

holding your hand and smelling your scent!' I thought.

How much I wished I could live with him like this forever!

However, all of this was just my pathetic fantasy. All I could do was to desperately seize this moment

like a lunatic.

I clenched Marlon's hand tightly and pressed the back of his hand against my lips, but I didn't dare to

let his hand be stained with my tears.

Fortunately, he just remained silent and I could only hear the sound of his heavy breathing. I thought

that Marlon must have fallen asleep, but I did not turn around to look at him. Instead, I held his hand

tightly and leaned against his chest.

This was the soundest sleep I had ever had. In Marlon's warm and strong arms, I slept like a carefree

child without having those distressing dreams.

Early in the morning, the sun shone through the curtain and the entire bedroom was shrouded in soft

light. Marlon directly came into my sight after I opened my eyes. I couldn't help but smile. "Good

morning!"

"Good morning!" Marlon's voice was a little husky due to drunkenness and drowsiness, but I was

intoxicated with it.

I stared at Marlon quietly in a trance. I seemed to be in spring now, for everything was so gentle and

comfortable.

In the future, if someone asked me when the happiest moment in my life was, I would definitely say it

was now.

Everything was perfect like a dream right now.

My phone suddenly rang, and the ring tone was the one I specially set for Kieran. I quickly got up and

answered the phone, "Mr. Charles..."

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Before I could finish speaking, Marlon grabbed the phone in my hand and smashed it fiercely onto the

ground. The phone broke into pieces and stopped working.

"You can't wait to answer the call from Kieran, right? Don't forget that you're still in my bed!" Marlon

stared at me with a furious look.

I stared at the broken mobile phone on the ground and then looked up at Marlon. "What exactly do you

mean?" However, I suddenly found that Marlon's face turned pale again, indicating that he had

stomach problems early in the morning.

That made sense. From last night until now, he drank a lot. What was worse, he didn't take any

medicine. It was within my expectation that he had a stomachache now.

"I'll cook porridge for you. Don't move!" At the moment, I just cannot turn back upon him and left him

unattended. I turned around and went to the kitchen to cook porridge, but I didn't dare to have any

more fantasies. It was already daytime, and Marlon was sober now. Everything had returned to normal.

After finishing cooking the porridge, I brought it to Marlon. Marlon drank it himself without saying

anything, and I looked at him in despair. It was evident that he had gathered his wits and didn't need

me anymore.

Suddenly, Marlon's phone rang. I looked over and saw the caller ID on the screen: Alicia.

I indeed regretted having such good eyesight. I couldn't even pretend to be ignorant of what was going

on.

Marlon immediately put down the bowl and answered the phone. After a few seconds, his expression

instantly changed. "You're injured? Don't move. I'll be right there!"

The concern on Marlon's face was so obvious that I felt like a knife piercing into my heart, which

brought unbearable pain.

If it hadn't been for what happened last night and many of his misleading behaviors, I wouldn't be

overwhelmed with sadness now. I was so grieved that I had no courage to stay here anymore. I wanted

to leave as quickly as possible!

I got up and wanted to say goodbye, but Marlon didn't even look at me. He held his phone and left the

house in a hurry, as if I was invisible to him. Standing stiffly, I only heard Marlon's doting voice coming

from the door. "Honey, don't be afraid. I won't hang up. Just wait for me to come to you!"