The old master, leaning on his cane, scolded Marcel for being blind, then comforted me. "Child, don't think he doesn't like you. He was constantly checking the door for two days when you didn't come. He didn't even eat properly."
I smiled weakly, aimlessly wandering around after leaving the Cox family. Unconsciously, I ended up at the old Ferno Park. In the familiar place, I saw the tall figure and the running yellow dog.
I smiled, watching the yellow dog charge towards me. Marcel held the leash but didn't dare to yank it too hard. He ran over angrily, cursing under his breath.
The yellow dog dashed up to me, standing on its hind legs and pawing at me. It tore the neckline of my dress with a "rip."
I was shocked.
Marcel said, "Damn."
Brice felt happy.
Marcel reacted quickly, and the next second, he took off his black T-shirt and awkwardly put it on me, while he was bare-chested. People passing by looked at him, and his face turned red.
My face also turned red because Marcel's muscle lines were too smooth. Everything was there—six packs, V-shaped torso, you name it.
"What are you doing here?" He scratched his head irritably. "Why can't I avoid you?"