'Great. Absolutely great.'
Here he was, well past midnight, somehow managing to make a beautiful young woman cry while she clung to his hand as if he had personally betrayed her. Marcus stared at the situation in exhausted disbelief, wondering how things had spiraled so far out of control. What a hero he was. Truly impressive.
He shot Lily a desperate look across the bed, silently pleading for rescue.
Lily answered with a gentle smile that held far too much amusement for someone witnessing his suffering. Then, without a shred of shame, she calmly closed her eyes and settled deeper into the pillow, pretending to have fallen asleep. The betrayal was immediate and absolute.
Unbelievable. Even she abandoned him.
Fine. If nobody was going to save him, he would handle this himself.
