"Aren't you just that kind of person?" Granny Luisa couldn't fathom how he had the nerve to deny it. It was well known that he was exactly the type to stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
Hadn't he done countless extreme things in the ten years he took over the Hartley Group just to get what he wanted?
"If Granny thinks I'm that kind of person, then I guess I'll just have to accept the title." Marcus opened the door to the room, walked in, and locked it behind him.
Granny Luisa was so anxious she wanted to knock on the door. But then she thought better of it. This headstrong lad had his own resolve; he'd never force a girl.
Marcus sat down by Cornelia's bed, tucked her in quietly and watched her. From his point of view, she was as beautiful as a Barbie doll. And her skin, it was flawless and perfect.
Marcus couldn't resist reaching out to touch her face; her skin felt amazing under his fingers.
His fingers slid down where he remembered her smile lines would be. He pressed a little too hard and might have hurt her. She waved her hand in her sleep, "Zack, Abigail, quit it."
In her dreams, she kept saying the names Zack and Abigail. This seriously rubbed Marcus the wrong way. He decided to punish her for saying other men's names in her sleep, in his own way.
He leaned in closer, just a little bit more and he could kiss her.
Ring, ring, ring—
His phone suddenly rang from his pocket, interrupting his movement and pulling him back from the edge.
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