Marcel, annoyed, hit the gas and disappeared from sight.
Over the next few days, I visited Cox Villa from time to time.
My parents were thrilled and had already started imagining what my children with Dylan would look like.
I was so pleased to see Marcel begrudgingly come with me, trying to appear serious but failing, which was absolutely delightful.
Only Marcel wasn't happy. He was also confused. "Why are you constantly praising me? What's in it for you? My family's heir is Dylan. You should go block him at his company."
"I just don't want to." Hands behind my back, I grinned at him. "I just enjoy blocking you."
Marcel looked puzzled and impatient, as if viewing me as crazy. Finally, one day he couldn't take it anymore and fled back to his own home.
Marcel didn't live with his parents. Seeing him constantly beaten and being out of reach, the old master had given him an apartment in the city when he was fourteen, a place to hide from the beatings.
Unexpectedly, Marcel moved out and never returned home.
Seeing Marcel leave, I felt a pang of disappointment. Maybe he really had forgotten me.