Forced To Marry The Devil : A Crazy Love Saga

excuse himself from the promise one last time?

“Please don’t give me excuses Markus.
If this was how it was supposed to turn out, I wouldn’t have allowed you anywhere near me.” Kizy said while breaking the hug, her eyes glistening.

No, she definitely wasn’t trying to emotionally blackmail Markus to take her along.
She just couldn’t imagine her life back to the previous month where every second felt like a year without Markus.

Plus pregnancy had made her rather moody, or more emotional to be appropriate.
Hence resulting in this emotional breakdown.

“Kizy, I promise to be back within a week.” Was the only thing Markus could say.

“Don’t give me any of those false promises Markus.
And don’t follow me.” Kizy said while finally losing it all and pushing Markus away.

“Kizy-” Markus instantly got up, ready to follow her back when Kizy yelled back.

“Don’t!” Was the only thing she said before climbing up the stairs to their room on the second floor.

Markus kept looking in the same direction even when the door was closed.

Eventually he took a deep breath before heading towards Andrew’s room, feeling utterly helpless.

*9 PM, MARKUS’s HOUSE*

The old chef personally went to Markus’s room with food, carrying her favourites as ordered by Markus.

He knocked on the door twice, but there was no response from inside.

“Young madam, I have bought your dinner.” The old chef said politely.

“I don’t feel like eating.
Please go back.
Also tell others to not disturb my sleep.” Kizy said from inside, her voice nasal.

The old chef turned around but Markus instantly signalled him not to speak anymore.

“Follow me.” Markus whispered while turning around and climbing down the stairs, followed by a confused old chef.

As if the old chef was less confused, Markus turned towards the main door, walking straight out.

‘Young master, do you want me to follow you on the road with this food tray in my hand?’ The old chef asked himself as he couldn’t dare to ask the same question to Markus, and simply follow him helplessly.

But unexpectedly, Markus didn’t go towards the road and instead turned around the corner, walking towards their backyard and swimming pool.

“Place the food over there and go bring a rope.” Markus said, while walking towards the sofa placed by the pool.

“Yes young master.” The old chef still followed Markus’s order, keeping the tray beside the sofa while walking back inside.

He quickly came back with a rope, hoping he would someday be able to understand his

young master’s thought process.

He passed the rope to Markus, not imagining he would do something like what he did next.

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Starting this March a little simply with lesser twists.
Hope you’ll like it.
Have a nice day!!

– Kizy

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