Chapter 125

Hearing Marcus say that, Elaine snapped back without missing a beat, "Maybe it's ugly, but doesn't mess with the taste at all." "No time," Marcus replied flatly and without a shred of guilt. "Feed me." Wait... what? Elaine honestly thought she misheard him. But nope, she didn't—he actually meant what he said. What was even going on with this guy? How could he say stuff like that so casually? She sat for a measly two seconds more before dragging herself up and walking over to him. Picking up a fork, she carefully stabbed a slice of apple and moved it toward his mouth. With the fakest, sweetest voice she could muster, she smiled and said, "Open up." And he actually did. No expression, no flinch. Nothing. She, on the other hand, had the smile of someone doing customer service at 3 a.m. After feeding him a few pieces, he finally said he didn't want any more. Elaine, of course, immediately backed off like a well-trained robot. It was lunch time now, and as expected, Marcus coolly ordered, "