Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1314: It's yours!

Marcos held one of the little ones in one hand and hugged them tightly, as if he was afraid they might disappear.

Seeing this, Paulina turned her head to the side and silently wiped away her tears.

After a while, Paulina stepped forward and pulled the two children aside, coaxing them gently, "Papa has stayed with us all day today, he also has to go back to rest, he will come back to see us another day." "Dad, you must keep your word, my brother and I will wait for you at my sister-in-law's house." Sweety said in a milky voice.

Marcos nodded, "Okay."

Paulina looked up and looked at him, the tip of her nose tingled, she took a deep breath, forcing back her tears and squeezing out a smile, "Me and the baby will always be waiting for you." Mark looked at her, his heart aching at the thought of them being apart.

"Go back and be careful."

"Okay." Paulina picked up the child and was about to turn toward the parked car when something suddenly occurred to her and she stopped dead in her tracks and said, "By the way, if you go back, be careful." "What's wrong?" asked Marcos, puzzled.

"Hasn't she lost her memory? I suspect it's artificial and she should know you're in contact with me, so I'm worried about her contacting ..."

Paulina didn't dare continue, it was what she feared most in her mind.

Although she didn't finish, Marcos understood what she meant, "You're afraid she'll turn against me?".

Paulina nodded her head.

Marcos gave her a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, he won't dare do anything to me."

How could Earlene dare to do anything to her when she was so scared at the moment?

"No." Paulina shook her head, "You still have to be careful."

She thought for a moment and continued, "If she gives you something strange, you mustn't eat it, okay?" Marcos smiled, "Okay, I know."

"Make sure you don't eat it!" admonished Paulina again, still unsure.

"Yeah, definitely don't eat it."

Only when he answered in the affirmative did Paulina feel relieved to leave with the child.

Only after watching the car drive away out of sight did Marcos lift his steps to the road and hail a cab.

...

Earlene was sitting in the living room, her face delicately made up, frighteningly somber.

The maids in the house dared not utter a word, trying not to make a sound in everything they did.

It was almost six o'clock when she looked at the wall clock.

But Marcos had not yet returned.

Earlene's mouth curved into a grimace; it was only a short time since he had returned and already he had changed.

He had never dared to say such harsh words to himself.

But today he had said it.

And he knew very well that it was all because of Paulina.

If Paulina hadn't shown up, he would have been her husband long ago.

Thinking about the ruined wedding made Earlene's hatred for Paulina intensify.

But the more this happens, the less likely she is to let Paulina get away with it.

Marcos, for the rest of his life, would have to stay by her side.

Earlene's eyes glowed with a fierce intensity.

The housekeeper approached and whispered, "Miss, Mr. Marcos is back."

At that moment, Earlene turned her head to look down the hall and saw a familiar, elongated figure enter.

She immediately stood up and walked quickly toward him.

"Where have you been?"

A question came to her face, and Marcus' feet hit the floor, his brow furrowed, his face clearly displeased, "I'm not a child, I have to report to you wherever I go."

With that, he strode past her in long strides.

"Marcos!" Earlene chased after him, stopping him in his tracks and cocking her head to the side, glaring at him, "I'm worried about you and what's going to happen to you out there, how can you treat me with that attitude?" Marcos snorted, "Worried about me? I think you're afraid of who I'm going to see."

"I ..." Earlene tried to argue but didn't know what to say, and finally gave up, "Forget it, I don't want to argue with you."

She didn't want the relationship between the two of them to sour because of a Paulina.

In that case, it wouldn't be like Paulina wanted it to be.

"If there's nothing else, I'm going upstairs to rest." Marcos' tone was a bit cold.

Earlene grabbed his hand, "Marcos, can't you be like that, weren't we fine before?"

Her voice had a tinge of pleading.

Marcos looked sideways at her, his thin lips parted, "I haven't changed, it's you who feels I've changed."

With that, he pushed her hand away and walked up the stairs.

Earlene stood for a moment and then burst out laughing, a bitter laugh.

Hadn't she changed?

It was clear he had changed.

He was hers.

Earlene's eyes glazed over and she turned to go to the kitchen.

...

Mark, who had returned to his room, showed a weary expression the moment he closed the door and smiled to himself.

What was wrong with him before, how could he find Earlene nice?

Her controlling nature was really disgusting!

He had never been so desperate to get his memory back, to get away from that Bartram family that was suffocating him a little, to get back to Pauline's children. But it had to be soon.

Knock, knock!

There was a sudden knock at the door.

Mark quickly gathered all his emotions and went to open the door.

It was Earlene.

She looked at him tenderly, smiled, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?" "No."

"I've made some soup and I'm going to serve it to you, okay?".

Marcos remembered Paulina's instructions and said no, "I'm not hungry."

"No, you have to eat more or less if you're not hungry, otherwise your stomach won't be able to handle it."

"Well then, I'll take a shower and wait for the soup to cool."

He didn't refuse and Earlene burst into a smile, "Fine, I'll go downstairs and pour the soup."

Mark returned to his room, scowling as he headed for the bathroom.

Stepping out of the shower, he came out of the bathroom and immediately caught a whiff of herbs in the air.

It was a bit unpleasant.

She spotted a dark bowl of soup resting on the bedside table.

It must have been Earlene's stew.

He walked over, picked it up, went to the bathroom and poured the bowl of soup into the toilet, leaving only a little at the bottom.

Pressing the flush button, the medicated soup went down the drain.

It came out just as Earlene opened the door and stepped inside.

"Did you drink the soup?" she asked.

Mark showed her the bowl, "There's still some left."

"Then hurry up and finish it." Earlene urged him.

"Good." A quick flash crossed Marcos' eyes and he bent his head to drink the little bit of soup that remained.

A bitter taste spread across his tongue.

He frowned fiercely; this was not soup, it was clearly Spanish medicine.

Watching him finish, Earlene's eyes flickered and the corners of her lips lifted unconsciously with a hint of triumph. "Rest soon." Earlene took the bowl from his hand.

"Next time don't put so much weed in, I don't like it." Marcos said.

"Okay, don't put it in later." Earlene agreed with a smile, "Get some rest, I'm going out."

Watching her leave, Marcos' face instantly sank.

It seemed that Paulina's fears were not wrong, she was indeed feeding him something strange. And, with such impatience.