Chapter 38

But Curtis was the one who'd said those words. Marceline truly didn't understand him anymore. It felt like the two of them hadn't been on the same page for a few years now. He always stood at a distance, watching coldly from the sidelines, and never bothered to understand her pain. On the other hand, she had gotten used to dragging herself through the mud, with no one ever coming to save her. "That hurts! Let go of me! Let go!" Marceline cried out, unable to fight back. Her entire body ached so badly that cold sweat broke out across her skin. Finally, Curtis stopped. He buried his head into her neck and mumbled, "Marceline, you're driving me crazy." Marceline caught her breath and shut her eyes. She didn't want to look at him. Curtis adjusted her clothes a little, helped her sit up, and didn't continue further. Then, there was a knock on the car window. Curtis rolled it down slightly and saw Jenna standing outside. Her clothes were still stained with coffee, and her expression