Still Wanna Escape After Stealing My Heart? novel Chapter 2740

"It's nothing. I'm fine. I'm not in pain. I'm fine." Mila said, smiling.

Marcus glared at Mila fiercely, and he bent over as he wanted to carry her up. However, just as he was about to touch her, he realized that he was not wearing anything. He immediately straightened his back and raised his hand angrily to pound on the door. "Jerk! Bastard! Marcus, you're a jerk, bastard, and a son of bitch!"

His hand was bleeding from pounding at the door.

"Don't. Don't harm yourself like that, Marcus. Don't harm yourself. You have to love yourself," Mila kept pleading to him while hugging his legs.

Seeing that he stopped pounding, she hurriedly said, "I ...I go out and get your clothes for you. I'll go out."

She wanted to stand up, but she could not. She pulled the doorknob with all her might and it took her a long while before she opened the door. After that, she turned around and looked at Marcus with a smile. " Just...get on the bed. Hurry up and get onto the bed and cover yourself with the cover."

Marcus was speechless. He was so furious and he was about to explode, but for some reason, he felt a little sorry for the woman. Mila crawled out and then held the wall outside the door to stand up. She stumbled over to get the clothes that she was drying outside. Jacket, pants, shirt, tie, and underwear. Marcus threw up so much last night that none of his clothes were spared.

After she put Marcus on the bed, she was so tired that she sat on the ground. She did not forget to make fun of him by saying, "You miss me so much, but how come you didn't get any thinner? It's still so hard for me to support you! My wrists almost broke from exhaustion! You're the one without a conscience!"

While saying that, Mila suddenly bent over the bed and cried in front of him. "Marcus, how...great it would be if you don't love me so much? How great would it be if you don't love me, marry another woman, and live your life well? I don't have to be so worried about you anymore. I won't have to keep pestering you like that anymore, Marcus. But...but do you know how sad I would be if you really got yourself another woman and if you fell for someone else? I might be so sad that I won't have the courage to live anymore. Marcus, do you know how happy I am? I'm happy but I also feel sorry for you. What have I done to deserve this in this life? I relied on my parents' care to go to college, but I didn't have any achievements at work. How can a useless person like me be worthy for you to love me so much? What strength do I have for you to love me this much?

"Marcus..." She sobbed. She bent over and rested her head by his bedside, and then she fell asleep crying. She only slept for a short while before she woke up and felt rested. She then got up and started to take off his clothes and shoes. How much did he actually drink? He was filled with the smell of alcohol all over. She knew him. He was a little bit of a neat freak and he would never be in the same clothes for more than a day. He was such a precious man, so how could she bear to let me be in such a mess? She took off all of his clothes until there was nothing left on him. The sight of his body was so familiar to her.

However, no matter what, she has to first wash his dirty clothes. She took his jacket and pants to the dry cleaner and brought them back after it was washed and dried. After she personally washed and wrung out his shirt, underwear, and stinky socks, she used her hairdryer to blow dry them until they were dried before leaving them out to dry outside.

After a whole night, all of his clothes were dried. She even used toothpaste and lemon water to wipe both the inside and outside of his shoes over and over again until they were clean and shiny like a new pair of leather shoes. Mila took all of his clothes in, and that was strenuous enough for her to be covered in sweat. She could feel that her ribs were broken and it was very painful. However, she was very happy. Even if she was beaten to death by Marcus, she was incredibly happy.