Carrying Marcus back to the hotel was hard when people wanted to throw him on the street to self-destruct. Not to mention, Ethan was tired and had fast breath, and his height was almost one meter eight or so. Even if you look at him a bit thinner than their own, it is proper to carry on the body to know how many pounds and taels are in the end.
Marcus drank a little reaction. Was Ethan thrown on the bed to sleep? Ethan really could not see past the way he was rained on woefully so lying on their beds, or help him put the suit top and trousers, during the accidentally touched his slippery thighs skin, but also very lewdly pinched a few hands, secretly thought that this kid's skin is good, but Marcus half a point! Marcus did not give a reaction, conscious of the uninteresting people, and finally had to let it go, got up, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Half an hour later, when Ethan came out of the bathroom, Marcus had already rolled up his quilt, occupying most of his bed. He lived in this five-star hotel suite with a living room and bedroom. Still, there was only a big bed, and Ethan was not going to submit himself to the living room sofa, so he hesitated for three seconds and took an extra quilt, and Marcus squeezed it into the same bed as Marcus.
It was only eight o'clock in the evening, and Ethan couldn't sleep, leaning over the bed and watching the noisy programs on the television, completely distracted.
Marcus beside him had his back to him, his head almost buried into the quilt. Ethan was afraid that he would be smothered to death if he continued like this, so he reached out to help him pull it down a little bit. Five minutes later, he looked at it, and it returned to its original state.
This guy usually looks cold and unsympathetic but seems like a child when he falls asleep. Ethan felt a little funny, licked his slightly dry lips, and inexplicably recalled the kiss just now. He had to admit that Marcus's body did have a kind of unspeakable temptation for him, but only to this extent. Ethan had always felt that what he liked should be the kind of person that William is, one who is confident in absolute control, one who has the confidence to be in absolute power, and one who has the confidence to be in absolute control. Ethan always felt that he should like someone like William, whom he was confident that he could control, rather than Marcus, who was a nobleman who could be seen from afar but could not be bullied, no matter how he looked at it, apart from his skin, it was unlikely that Marcus would be his cup of tea in any other place.
Thinking about these inexplicable things, Ethan smiled again and raised the corner of his mouth. He would not even consider this problem if he had been in the past.
The ringtone in his hand rang—not his, but Marcus's. Marcus slept to death without response. Ethan did not want to take care of him, but the other party was persistent and nonstop dialing. Helplessly, he could only take the mobile phone from Marcus's stripped-down trouser pocket and press the connect button.
'Young Master Marcus, it's already eight o'clock, are you still not at the airport?'
Of course, Ethan knew that Marcus's English name was Marcus. That's what William had been calling him. Listening to the person on the other end of the phone, he instantly guessed it was the butler maid or something like that at his home. Then he had a bit of a headache. This Marcus guy was taking a flight back today. Then he's still running around?
'Sorry, I am Marcus's friend, he is drunk, now in my place...'
The other party was surprised when he heard that, but his attitude was excellent. After asking where he was, he said that he would come to pick up Marcus. Ethan looked at the unconscious person beside him and said, 'He's already asleep. I'm not good at waking him up. It's fine if he sleeps here with me for a night. I'll ask him to call you back in the morning when he's awake.'
The other party hesitated, did not say more, and hung up the phone after thanking him. Ethan thought that this matter was over. Five minutes later, he put aside the bedside hand to ring again. Ethan had no choice but to pick it up and look at it. The caller ID was 'Grandpa'. He froze for three seconds before reacting. It was Marcus's! It took him three seconds to realize that it was Marcus's grandfather, Duke Brendan.
Ethan did not deal directly with Marcus's grandfather about his legendary experience but still heard a lot. He is now picking on Marcus, wanting him to open up the LK yachts in mainland China agency to himself. Duke Brandon is the former chairman of the LK head office.
So again, pressed the answer button, the tone of voice respectful. In the self-reported home, the other party said, "Trouble you, Marcus gives you Trouble. Tomorrow morning, I will let the butler go to the hotel downstairs to pick him up. Please take care of him for me one night. Thank you very much."
'Should be should be. Marcus is my friend. I take care of him, and it should be...' Ethan answered back to back, the words a little weak. He and Marcus could not be counted as friends, and Marcus was drunk like this. He also seemed to have much responsibility for Marcus's Drunkenness.
After the phone hung up, another butler beside Duke Brandon reminded him in a low voice:'It should be the first time for young master Marcus to spend the night outside with someone.'
Duke Brandon nodded. Although Marcus had not been by his side all these years, he knew his grandson's character very well. He was not a promiscuous person who had always been very clean and had never spent the night outside, not to mention drunkenly staying in the same hotel room with someone.
After thinking about it, he asked, 'The person Marcus likes is already married, right?'
'That's right.'
Duke Brandon sighed lightly, even though Marcus never said it to him. He knew that his grandson liked a man. He didn't want to interfere too much in his junior's emotional problems, so he never pretended not to know. Not to mention that the person he likes is already married, but he seems to have a new target again. And this time, it was developing rapidly.
Duke Brandon thought that if that's the case, he must meet Ethan.
When he hung up the phone, Ethan inexplicably felt relief. However, Duke Brandon didn't say two words in total, and the sense of oppression he was given was powerful. Ethan thought that most of the people in the Marcus family were afraid to be like this, and it's no wonder he was raised to have such a personality.
Not waiting for him to put the phone back on hold, the phone rang for the third time. Ethan already wanted to roll his eyes, but he took a look. This time, the caller ID is 'Xiaohui'. This time in China, it was three or four o'clock in the morning. Why is she calling at this time? Ethan did not think too much and then directly pressed the answer.
Not waiting for him to open his mouth, the person on the other end of the phone first crackled: 'Brother, I'm calling to remind you, don't forget the chocolate I want. If you didn't buy it, you don't want to get on the plane. Yesterday, I went to sweep my mother's grave. I gave her flowers for you so that she could forgive you for being a son who doesn't have the time to go and see her when he's working away from home.'
Ethan coughed lightly and interrupted her helplessly, 'Miss Kei, this is Ethan.'
The other party froze momentarily before hesitantly asking, 'Lu... big brother?'
'It's me.'That was how Grandma had asked Kei to call him when she introduced them that day, but Ethan only remembered how Kei blushed when she spoke and hadn't realized that he had such a windy personality that he couldn't stop talking in front of Marcus.
'My brother he...'
'He's asleep, I'll have him call you in the morning when he wakes up.'
'Asleep? Isn't he going to get on a plane in a while?'
'Something happened, delayed, estimated to go back tomorrow, you do not have to worry.'
'Good... then trouble you...'
Until the phone hung up, Sun Xiaohui only lightly hummed. No wonder his brother said he was not suitable for himself that day. He was initially his brother's boyfriend, but when did his brother change his taste?
Ethan looked at the mobile phone, which was completely quiet, but frowned. Didn't Marcus say that this Sun Xiaohui was his cousin? How come, from what Sun Xiaohui noted, they are siblings?
So, even tossed down, Ethan stopped watching TV, pressed off to go, turned off the lights, and rarely returned to less than nine o'clock to lie flat to sleep.
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Marcus woke up when it was just dawn outside, saw the arm on his body, a moment of thought as if back to the morning after William's wedding, and turned his head to see, unsurprisingly, it was Ethan; he already did not know what to say.
Luckily, this time, there didn't seem to be any hard feelings in his body, and there was no confused drunkenness again.
I got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. This time, my brain was also much more transparent. The afterthought finally was to remember what happened in the bar later yesterday. Ethan, this b*st*rd!
After a shower, still habitually lowering half of their body around the towel out of the bathroom, they heard the doorbell ringing; Marcus also did not overthink going over to the hand on the door pulled open.
Two women and one man stood at the door, shocked at the beautiful man in front of them just out of the bath. They went to see the door number. It seemed there was no mistake, and the unkempt Ethan had already appeared behind Marcus. A few of them asked, 'Something?'
A few of the men came back from their shock and said, full of embarrassment, 'No... no... we were just about to go to the dining room for breakfast and asked the boss if he wanted to join us.... we'd better not bother...'
When the words were finished, a few fell away and fled. His heart wondered: That beautiful man seemed to be LK's Marcus. The boss wanted to work with them and introduced the person to the bed.
Marcus raised his eyebrows and looked at Ethan:'Your subordinate seems to have misunderstood.'
Ethan smiled as he told him about the three phone calls he had helped him with last night and finally said, 'You remember to call your grandfather and sister back.'
Then, as if thinking of something again, he said, suspiciously looking at him, 'Sun Xiaohui, is she your real sister?'
Marcus saw that he already knew, so he admitted, 'Yes, half-sister, but not many people know about it.'
'... No wonder you care about her so much,' Ethan smiled and said,' Can't tell you're still a good brother.'
'That document, she left it on my computer.'
'What?'
Marcus found himself baffled as to why he was telling him this, but having said that, let's get it out of the way, 'That document you saw on the plane the other day, it was Kei who left it there.'
Ethan froze for a moment before remembering the kind of novels that Marcus read that day that little girls read and couldn't help but laugh loud: 'You don't have to explain it to me, even if it was you who read it. It only means that Marcus, your tastes are more of a hunt and peckish.'
Marcus didn't bother to talk to him anymore and went inside the room to change his clothes.
Ethan followed him in, leaning against the door with his arms wrapped around him, watching him put his clothes on one by one, his eyes following his movements. As Marcus picked up his blazer, a photo fell out of his jacket pocket. The photo floated not far in front of Ethan, who subconsciously stooped down and went over there, picking it up one step ahead of Marcus, and froze in his tracks.
'Why do you have a picture of my grandmother?'