Chapter 47: Beating Up Marcus, The Master of Changing Faces.
Gemma was stunned.
After all these years, it was the first time she realized this man had such an incredible lack of sensitivity–almost no
awareness at all.
She couldn’t help but wonder.
Was she not clear enough earlier?
Or had the staff at the divorce registry failed to make themselves understood?
“Marcus, I think you’re mistaken. I just want to get my things.”
Back then, her mentor had suggested she pursue her PhD, but she gave it up
to be with Marcus.
For years, she had felt guilty toward her mentor, so the books from her mentor meant a lot to her.
Marcus frowned.
He glanced at her again, as if trying to find something he was looking for on her face.
When he didn’t, he stood up, walked over to her side.
He placed both hands on her shoulders.
He leaned in closer and closer.
“Gemma, you should cherish the compromise I’m making today.”
“Besides, I have no intention of revisiting the reason you married me in the first place. Let’s just start over.”
Gemma felt like there was suddenly a huge gap between them.
No matter how much she explained, he stubbornly pretended not to understand.
So, she asked directly
“Start over with me? What about Mabel
Marcus chuckled, looking snug.
“You’re still jealous, aren’t you?”
“Fine, I’ll say it again. Yes, there was something between Mabel and me in the past, but now, we’re just friends.” Gemma bit her lip. “Do you even believe yourself?”
“You’re still upset?”
Marcus’s tone became amused.
“Taking you to meet my friends isn’t enough of an apology?”
Gemma shot back, “What rare species are your friends? Will meeting them make me live longer?”
Marcus’s expression grew darker and darker.
Gemma continued.
“I don’t care if you understand me or not. Open the study room right now. If you don’t comply in five minutes, don’t blame me for being rude.”
Her words made Marcus laugh angrily.
“Rude? What can you even do?
Before he finished, he pulled her into his arms.
“You are really disappointing me.”
“So, let’s stop with the nonsense.
Gemma stayed calmn.
“You have three minutes left.”
Chapter 47: Beating Up Marcus, The Master of Changing Faces
She paused, then pushed herself free from his grip, stepping back cautiously.
Marcus pressed his tongue against his molars, his eyes turning cold.
“You’re provoking me?”
He approached slowly, pulling off his tie.
Before Gemma could react, he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.
What followed was a kiss, nearly punitive in nature.
Gemma never imagined she’d reach a day when she despised Marcus this much.
So much so that his touch made her feel disgusted, nauseated even
“Let go of me!”
She struggled with all her strength, only to have her wrists gripped tighter.
She was pushed against the wall, trapped between his arms.
“If you don’t want to go out, I can stay with you.”
“Gemma.”
His voice carried a strange restraint, making Gemma’s heart sink.
Why hadn’t the bodyguards come in yet?
Was she really going to suffer at his hands?
The truth was, Marcus had never been gentle with her on bed.
Every time, it was all about his satisfaction.
Once he was done, he’d light a cigarette, completely ignoring her dislike of the smell.
She had no interest in having sex with him–she even rejected it.
At this moment, she tried to console herself by thinking of it as being bitten by a dog.
But
She couldn’t. Her disgust overwhelmed her.
She would rather be bitten by a real dog than let Marcus touch her again!
In a desperate moment, she remembered a self–defense move she’d learned. She lifted her knee sharply.
“Aht”
Marcus clutched his lower abdomen, his face contorted in pain as veins bulged on his forehead. “Gemma Kelestinel” His voice was a mix of rage and agony.
He could barely stand, wobbling as he shouted, “Guardst Lock her up!”
Sweat dripped down his face as cold fury and a hint of panic flickered in his eyes.
Gemma turned and ran.
The door seemed like too much trouble–maybe jumping out the window was better. Just then, the door was kicked open!
Marcus roared, “Catch her!”
But as soon as the words left his mouth, someone grabbed his shoulders. Before he could process what was happening, a punch landed on his face.
His head snapped to the side, and blood seeped from the corner of his lips. Before he could speak, another punch hit the other side of his face.
Then came a flurry of punches and kicks.
Surrounded by attackers, he couldn’t even open his eyes.
Chapter 47: Beating Up Marcus, The Master of Changing Faces
Who were these people!
How had they broken into his villa?
Gemma was stunned.
She had already opened the window to escape.
But when the door was kicked open, the bodyguards she’d hired flooded in.
She hadn’t even given any orders, and they started attacking.
Now, Marcus was buried in a sea of fists. If not for his occasional groans, she’d think he was dead. With the situation in her favor, Gemma didn’t need to escape anymore
When the groans quieted down, the bodyguards finally stopped.
They dragged Marcus out like a dead dog, even thoughtfully removing the bloodstained carpet.
Gemma exhaled and was about to follow when two figures appeared at the door–a tall man and a small child.
Cassius, as always, had a frosty, unapproachable aura.
Noah, in his arms, had tear–streaked cheeks and red–rimmed eyes.
“Gemma.”
The little angel’s voice was hoarse and trembling with fear.
Cassius remained expressionless,
“He wouldn’t stop crying for you, and I couldn’t calm him down.”
Gemma’s heart melted instantly.
ake Noa
She hurried over to take Noah into her arms, holding him tightly.
Noah stared blankly at her face.
After her scuffle with Marcus, she looked disheveled, with a few scrapes here and there.
She guessed the little angel was scared and quickly reassured him softly.
“Gemma’s fine. It’s just smeared makeup, not an injury.
Hearing this, Noah blinked slowly, still dazed, as tears rolled down his cheeks again,
The sight of them stung Gemma’s heart.
Noah opened his mouth.
“I cried for so long, but you didn’t come. I thought… I thought you left me behind.”
He sobbed quietly, as if afraid his crying would upset Gemma,
Cassius shifted uncomfortably, his cold demeanor faltering for a moment.
But Gemma’s attention was entirely on Noah. She soothed him gently.
“Silly boy, you’re so precious. How could I ever leave you?”
“I had something to take care of today, but I promise there won’t be a next time–no, there isn’t a next time.”
Noah’s eyes lit up instantly, like a million stars sparkling in them.
“Gemma, what are you looking for? Noah’s the best at finding treasure!”
The Master of Changing Faces, indeed.
