My Doting Uncle

45

At midnight, I leaned on the sofa. Marco still hadn°Øt come back. I couldn't help but feel a little anxious, but I couldn't get through to his phone. I had to wait for him and gradually began to feel sleepy.

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Cold fingertips touched my cheek.

I woke up suddenly, but I didn't dare to open my eyes, but let Marco pick me up.

"Emily." Marco kissed my forehead.

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I smelled the smell of alcohol mixed with shower gel on him. I couldn't hold back and looked up at him, "Hey, I saw you running today, and I followed you out. I heard you two talking. You haven't gotten married for so many years because of me?"

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"Pretending to be asleep?" Marco was stunned for a moment and said. He didn°Øt answer my question.

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I tugged at the corner of his clothes and said unhappily, "How could it be because of me? Grandpa asked for it. But wasn't Grandpa eager to get you married before?"

"Want to know why?" Marco's voice was cold.

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