Chapter 119

When Elaine looked over at Marcus again, he was completely knocked out. "Marcus?" "Marcus?" She called him a couple of times, but no response. Feeling a little more at ease, she went back to applying the cold compress. But then, totally out of the blue, Marcus suddenly threw his arms around her. The guy had surprisingly strong arms, and in a second, Elaine found herself pinned on the bed. "Marcus—mmph!" She didn't even have time to react before a kiss—reeking of alcohol—landed right on her lips. What the hell was this? Drunk and frisky? Elaine squirmed hard to break free, and thankfully he loosened his grip soon after. Almost instantly, he passed out again like nothing happened. Elaine was completely thrown. Still a bit stunned, she touched her lips, took a deep breath, and put on a nonchalant face before glancing at him. "Get some sleep." Then she dropped the ice pack and bolted out of the room like something was chasing her. One thing was certain—there was no way she was sleeping her