She was dumbfounded by his sudden outburst. Cornelia blinked, staring at Marcus with a puppy-dog face.
Seeing her pitiful expression, Marcus felt a tug at his heartstrings, but he didn't back down, "Just listen to me on this one, okay?"
Cornelia huffed, turning her head away, not wanting to deal with him anymore.
Marcus reached out, gently stroking her head, whispering, "Cornelia, I know you can handle your own stuff, but I still want to do something for you. You not letting me do anything makes me feel like I'm useless to you, like whether I'm here or not doesn't matter."
So, he had all these worries.
Cornelia felt the same way. She didn't want to be clingy, didn't want him to think of her as a burden, so she tried to handle some things on her own.
Since the conversation had come this far, Cornelia decided to open up, "Whether as Jeremy or Marcus, what you've done for me is more than enough. You're important to me, and you've never been dispensable."
Marcus, "I got it."
Cornelia, "Eat. If you don't, the pasta will get cold and taste awful."
Marcus, "Alright."
Watching him elegantly eating pasta, seeing his handsome profile, Cornelia couldn't control herself, leaned in, and planted a kiss on his cheek. Realizing what she had just done, she quickly pulled away, standing up to leave, "I'm going to sort through my grandma's stuff."
But as soon as she got up, Marcus grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him, "You think you can just kiss me and run?"
Cornelia lost her balance, falling into his arms, her nose hitting his hard chest, the pain brought tears to her eyes. Her hot tears soaked Marcus' shirt.
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