Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1317: Failing in their good intentions.

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Dulce wanted to retort, but when the words reached her lips, she realized there was no point in pressing the issue.

She merely said, "Even if Edgar does not marry Elva, there is no way we will accept you." His meaning was clear.

Edwina understood it too, and lowered her head, in a soft voice: "Aunt, I always thought you were a reasonable person, but I didn't expect you to have such a strong opinion of me." "I'm not unreasonable either, as long as you leave Edgar, I'll let you go back to work at the restaurant right away." That was Dulce's condition.

But Edwina would not compromise, "Auntie, I want Edgar, so I'm sorry, there is no way I can agree to your request." She turned her back and turned to stride away.

Watching her back, Dulce laughed in exasperation, what did she mean by that, still not willing to leave Edgar?

"Auntie." Paulina overheard their conversation, "How can you ruin Edwina's job?"

"What, you want to speak for her?" Dulce grimaced.

Paulina shook her head, "I'm not trying to speak for her, but it's really not appropriate for you to do that, it's a bit over the top."

It was understandable that she loved her son, but Edwina shouldn't be so hard on her.

Dulce growled, "I may not have done the right thing, but she made me do it. Do I have to do this if she meekly leaves Edgar?" She hadn't wanted to be the bad guy, she hadn't been forced!

"But have you thought how angry your cousin would be if he found out?"

With how her cousin felt about Edwina, Paulina was sure this would backfire if he found out.

"What else can he ... do with me?" In truth, Dulce had no idea in her heart, but her mouth remained defiant.

Paulina sighed, "Auntie, it's better for everyone if some things stop in moderation."

"As long as I leave Edgar, everything is fine."

That said, Dulce walked straight into the kitchen, leaving Paulina alone, sighing heavily and looking helpless.

It seemed that the path of the relationship between her cousin and Edwina was not a good one.

Edwina left the Khan family, thinking about what Dulce had said, and could not control the tears streaming down her face.

It was really aggravating.

Just because she disagreed with the relationship between her and Edgar, she was capable of sabotaging his work with impunity. She knew that if she told Edgar, he would certainly help her.

But it might provoke a fight between him and her mother.

Thinking about it, she reached up and wiped her tears; it was just a job, wasn't it?

It was no big deal, she could find another job, she didn't think she couldn't find something better than the one she had now. When she thought about it, she felt better.

Whatever happened, she would not be separated from Edgar.

...

For the past two days, Earlene had been keeping an eye on Mark's situation.

From time to time she would mention Paulina, checking to see if the medication was having an effect.

Rawlins watched, his mind full of doubt.

Wasn't she the one who hated Paulina the most?

Why did she keep mentioning her in front of Marcos these past two days?

So puzzled was Rawlins that he stopped Earlene after dinner that day and asked her directly what she was thinking.

"None of your business." Earlene didn't want to tell him the truth.

The answer was expected.

Rawlins frowned, "Earlene, he's on your side now, you don't need to test him over and over again before it backfires on you."

Earlene frowned, "I said this has nothing to do with you."

With that, she walked around him and hurried up the stairs.

Rawlins turned his head and watched her back disappear as she rounded the corner of the stairs, a bitter smile spreading at the corners of her mouth.

When would she treat him better?

Once upstairs, Earlene went straight to Mark's room.

She didn't knock and pushed her way in.

Marcos was changing his clothes and when he saw her enter, he immediately picked up his clothes and sank his face in disgust, "Why did you come in without knocking?" Earlene was unimpressed, "We're getting married, what does that matter to us?".

This comment made Mark a little uncomfortable and he said coolly, "From now on you have to knock to get in."

"What, shy?" Earlene moved closer to him, her eyes looking him up and down, "From now on we're going to be husband and wife, no need to do that."

Marcos' voice was cold, "Not a couple yet?"

"Soon." Earlene stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest, closing her eyes and listening quietly to the steady beat of his heart. Mark felt the urge to push her away.

But he resisted.

His arms lowered and his back stiffened as he let her embrace him.

Only after a long moment did she slowly say, "Mark, do you love me?"

There was no answer.

She tilted her head, her eyes rested on his crisp jaw, and she repeated the question, "Do you love me?"

Mark lowered his eyes and looked into her eyes, his tone indifferent, "I need to change."

Then he pushed her away and took his clothes into the bathroom.

Earlene stood still, her face as dark as ink.

She had actually avoided the question.

Was it because she didn't know how to answer, or was it because of Paulina?

No.

He had to forget about Paulina again so she could be at ease.

Looking at the closed bathroom door, he turned and walked out.

Mark came out of the bathroom and breathed a long sigh of relief that Earlene was gone.

Ever since he had learned that Earlene had drugged him, he hadn't wanted to be alone with her and felt like every minute was torture for him.

He really wanted to leave the Bartram family if he could.

But that would have to be soon.

The next day, Earlene prepared a special stew, and when it was ready, she poured a bowl and took it to Mark's room.

"Marcos, I have made this stew especially for you, to nourish your body." He put the soup in Marcos' hand.

A very strong smell of Spanish herbs reached his nose and Marcos frowned, his eyes cold.

She wasn't dead yet.

"Drink it while it's hot, it's more effective." said Earlene.

Marcos lowered his eyes and his tone was cold, "I don't like it hot."

"It's not hot, not at all." Earlene blew on the bowl of soup, "Go on, drink it."

This time she was going to watch the soup finish.

Mark knew what she meant and had a sharp glint in his eye as he reached out to grab the bowl of soup and, unbeknownst to him, his hand suddenly shook and the soup spilled. It landed on his wrist and burned him so badly that he let go of his hand immediately.

The bowl fell onto the table, spilling the soup all over it.

Earlene gasped at the sudden scene.

Had she done it on purpose...?

She turned her head slowly and turned her gaze to Mark.

Only to see him frown and cover his burned wrist with his hand.

Seeing this, she reacted and hurried to ask with concern, "Is everything okay?"

Marcos shook his head, "Yes."

"Why are you so careless?" Earlene's voice had a tinge of complaint in it. Marcos said lightly, "I'm sorry I let you down."