Chapter 86 - He Had A Soft Side (1/2)

Unfortunately, Arianna doesn't want his presence. So the suggestion was clearly useless to him.

Another said, [Assess the situation]

There was no need to assess the situation in this case when he was the one responsible for her tears. Could this get any better?

[Comfort her]

How in the world was he going to do that?

[Be a good listener!]

She wasn't even talking! Even if they did, Marcel was sure it would lead straight to another argument - that he wasn't ready for.

[ Don't tell her not to cry]

That was exactly what he was dying to do. Marcel was really uncomfortable and the worst part, he couldn't leave her alone for his own good. What kind of situation was this?

In the end, Marcel gave up on the ideas from the internet. They were not helping him - or perhaps, he was too proud to even consider it. Why should he be the one to comfort Arianna when she decided to cry in the first place.

Marcel snorted and looked away, refusing to look at her figure on the floor. And it didn't help matters that Arianna had her back turned to him. She wanted to prove that she was headstrong, so be it! He would just keep an eye on her making sure she doesn't try to escape.

Arianna had already stopped wailing and all that left her lips was stifled sobs that shook her body. It was sobs that Marcel pretended not to hear, letting her be.

Marcel didn't know how long went by but a cold breeze wheezed by and he saw Arianna shiver and that made him see red.

”Don't you dare die on me!” He cursed as he stood up, taking off his polo shirt and placed it on her body.

Yet it seemed that the clothing was not enough, so he said, ”This is it, we're going inside!”

”No,” Arianna whimpered.

”Arianna!” He called through gritted teeth.

”Please,” She begged with her back still turned to him, ”Just a little more time outside,”

Marcel was quiet for a moment before he said to her, ”Sit up then,”

”What?” she squeaked, turning to peer at him over her shoulder.

”If you want to lie here like a stray cat, then you would have to wear my clothe properly,” He told her.

”Oh.” Arianna sat up immediately and tried to pull the polo but Marcel snatched it from her.

”Hands up,” He commanded her.

Arianna blinked, staring at him as if he suddenly grew two heads, ”What are you doing?”

”Don't fight me over this, Arianna. I'm honestly tired of it. So just be a good girl and raise your hands,” for daddy, his dirty mind completed for him.

”Stupid!” Marcel scolded his mind that could convert even the purest of actions into a raunchy one. He really needed holy water for thorough cleansing in the house of the Lord.

Arianna was tired as well and didn't even realize she had stopped crying until she raised her hand so Marcel could slip the polo over her head and through the arms.