Chapter 472 - Jean & Marion (R-18) (1/2)

Marion woke up that morning with a severe headache. This must be from the so many glasses of glow wine I drank, she thought.

After Jean left last night, Marion spent the night drinking until she fell asleep at the kitchen table.

Uh, wasn't I in the kitchen last night? How did I wake up in my own room? Marion wondered while holding her aching head. She had no history of sleepwalking, so it was not possible that she unconsciously walked to her room.

She also noticed that her clothes had been changed. She wore blue pajamas last night, and now they were ...

Was it Alicia?

Marion got up and staggered out of the room to call her assistant.

”Hey, you're awake.”

Marion gasped when Jean called her from the living room. The man was sitting casually on the sofa and Marion's smallest dog was asleep on his lap. Relief was clearly visible in his eyes.

”Eh ...? Didn't I tell you to leave?” Marion asked hoarsely. ”I saw you leave last night ... Why did you come back?”

Jean shrugged, ”I don't know either. I think I'm comfortable here.”

Marion was stunned by Jean's answer, which was uttered so lightly. She thought Jean had hated her because of what she had done, and finally left her... but apparently he returned and was still helping her out.

Marion was very touched.

She slowly walked toward Jean and sat beside him. For a few minutes, she was unable to say anything.

”I made some hangover soup. I noticed that you drank all the glow-wine I made last night! You also threw up, so I changed your clothes.” said Jean softly, placing Marion's mini Shih Tzu's to the floor and then reached for Marion's head, and placed the girl's head on his lap. ”I hope you don't mind.”

Marion shook her head. She was very touched by Jean's sweet gestures. She then buried her head in Jean's lap and cried softly there.

Jean knew Marion was devastated and she had been punishing herself for everything that took place at Targu Mures, so he couldn't bear to say anything that would hurt Marion even more. Therefore, he said nothing.

After five minutes Marion finally managed to calm down. She woke up and smiled slightly as she looked at Jean, ”Thank you. I would like to have the soup, please.”

”All right. Let's go to the kitchen.”

When Jean was walking towards the kitchen to get Marion some of the hangover soup, she suddenly chased after him and hugged his waist from behind. They both stood rooted to the spot.

For the first time in two months, Marion was finally willing to talk openly to Jean, and today she hugged him.

Jean's heart was filled with warmth as he held Marion's hands that wrapped around him from behind. He slowly turned his body that their front bodies met. He could feel Marion's heartbeat racing faster, together with his own heartbeat.