Silly Husband Leading Me Astray

Howard got up and rushed out of the room, heading towards the second-floor staircase in a hurry. Just then, Alex was carrying Mark upstairs and stopped in front of him.

Alex didn't speak but stared directly at Howard, whose clenched fists suggested he was holding something back.

"I don't feel well. I'm leaving for the night," Howard announced, attempting to leave, but Alex blocked his path. "If something's wrong, talk to Rick. He's really worried about you."

"For God's sake, can you stop trying to matchmake us?" Howard struggled to keep his anger in check.

"Matchmake you two?" Alex chuckled. "You've been giving that guy opportunities. I haven't helped him at all."

"If you don't believe me, think about when I ever helped Rick. Isn't it always you giving him a chance to take advantage?"

With that, Alex continued carrying Mark to his room, not saying much more to Howard. He knew that the more he spoke, the more Howard would resent it.

Standing in place, Howard clenched his fists tighter. He couldn't refute Alex's words.

"A bunch of self-centered manipulators," Howard muttered angrily, feeling both indignant and furious, but he didn't leave.

In Alex's room, Mark slowly woke up after being placed on the bed. Rubbing his eyes, he looked up at Alex, still half-asleep, and softly called out, "Alex?" in a sleepy, soft voice.

"It's me, sleepyhead," Alex said, tapping Mark's forehead. "You sleep so deeply, you wouldn't even know if someone carried you away."

The mention of being carried away confused Mark. He sat up and realized he was in an unfamiliar room.

"Where am I?"

"My place," Alex replied, reaching out to tidy Mark's sleep-tousled hair.

"Your place? It doesn't look like the room I stayed in last night," Mark said, looking around in confusion.

"That was my dad's place," Alex explained.

"Do you really keep them so separate?" Mark yawned, still not fully understanding, and rubbed his eyes again, looking adorably sleepy.

So sleepy, how long did I sleep for? Mark squinted at the window, then jumped in shock. It's already evening. Did I sleep for over two hours?

He was startled, having only intended to nap while waiting for Kyle. How did it go from afternoon to evening?

Seeing Mark awake like this, looking silly and cute, Alex couldn't resist and pushed him down.

Mark blinked up at Alex in confusion. "What are you doing?"

Alex sighed. What does it look like I'm doing?

"Can you put some caution in that little head of yours? You can't be so careless," Alex said, tapping Mark's forehead to emphasize the point.

"You didn't do anything to me while I was asleep, so why should I be afraid?" Mark retorted, rolling his eyes at Alex.

That's because we were in the car, with Rick there too. Try sleeping in my room.

Alex thought but didn't say it out loud, not wanting to be called a pervert.

"Hasn't my cousin arrived yet? It's already evening," Mark asked, remembering Kyle, and looking at Alex with no tension. Usually, he'd push Alex away and yell at him by now.

Maybe it's becoming a habit. Once something becomes a habit, it can be dangerous.

"The driver just called. He should be arriving soon," Alex said, not wanting to tell Mark that Kyle had been delayed because he was packing Mark's things.

Mark didn't suspect anything and muttered to himself, "That's true. A four-hour round trip isn't quick."

He convinced himself, feeling no sense of discord.

"Are you hungry?" Alex asked, kissing Mark's stomach lightly and looking up at him with a smile.

Mark's face turned red instantly. Why did he kiss me there?

"You... you... get off me," Mark finally panicked, pushing Alex off and sitting up quickly, then moving away from Alex with a wary look.

Alex's smile faltered. Just a moment ago, everything was fine. What changed?

Did he finally wake up and realize?

Alex sighed, feeling like the opportunity slipped through his fingers.

"You... you... sit over there on the sofa. Don't sit here," Mark stammered, pointing to the sofa by the window, looking flustered but cute.

He felt like crying. He shouldn't have let his guard down around this man. A little later, and he might have been eaten up. This was Alex's territory, after all.

Mark berated himself for not being more vigilant. He slapped his own face, trying to snap out of his drowsiness.

"Move over there!" Mark was angry when Alex didn't comply and gave him a kick.

Alex pinched Mark's cheek. "You're too much. You use me and then throw me away."

"Who used you and then threw you away? You're slandering me," Mark retorted, blushing and stammering.

"How is it not? When you need something, you ask me for help and even kiss me. When you don't need anything, you tell me to get lost."

Mark's face darkened because it did seem that way.

Oh no, I feel like a jerk.

Mark was being led astray by Alex, now questioning himself.

"Sir," a servant's voice came from outside the door.

"What's up?" Alex turned towards the door.

The servant responded, "The driver brought the guest. He's in the living room."

"Got it," Alex acknowledged.

"It's probably Kyle," Mark said, hopping out of bed and heading towards the door.

Alex felt a bit jealous. Mark had never been this enthusiastic about him.

But what could he do? He obediently followed Mark.

Although Alex had never met Kyle in person, Howard had investigated Mark's uncle's family while looking into Beverly, so Alex had seen Kyle's photo. He vaguely remembered him as a quiet-looking boy.

In the living room, Kyle was feeling out of place, not knowing where to look in the luxurious mansion. It was the first time he'd seen such an opulent house, almost like a palace.

Grace said that man was rich, but I thought it meant ordinarily rich, not this level of wealth.

Kyle looked around nervously, sipping the tea in his hand.

Hearing footsteps from the second floor, he quickly put the tea back on the table and stood up hurriedly, looking towards the sound.

Seeing Mark waving happily at him, Kyle was a bit taken aback. He rarely saw Mark smile.

Is he this happy because of that man?

Kyle glanced at Alex, who was following Mark, and stared at him.

Just like Grace said, he's very handsome, definitely looks like a successful elite.

But something feels familiar, like I've seen him before.

Kyle kept staring at Alex as they approached.

He looks familiar, have I met him? But it can't be, I'd remember a face like that.

Kyle was puzzled, still staring at Alex.

Alex, feeling a bit annoyed, frowned slightly.

Seeing Alex's expression, Kyle snapped out of it and quickly looked down, nervous that he might have upset him.

He's not angry, is he?

Kyle clenched his hands anxiously.

Mark, noticing Kyle's discomfort, elbowed Alex in the stomach and glared at him. "Why are you scaring Kyle? Do you want to die?"

Alex, rubbing his stomach in pain, felt wronged. "I just frowned. How did I scare him?"

"You did scare him. Why else would Kyle be afraid?"

Mark raised his hand as if to slap Alex, warning him.

"Alright, alright, you win. It's my fault," Alex conceded with a smile, raising his hands in surrender. As long as Mark was happy, he didn't mind taking the blame.

Kyle, standing aside, was stunned. He called Mark 'wife'? Did I hear that right?

Kyle was shocked, having always thought Mark was straight.

So, Mark is like me, in the same world?

Finding a kindred spirit, Kyle felt unexpectedly happy.

He had avoided Mark before, fearing Mark would find out and think he was disgusting, which was why he kept his distance.

"He's not a bad guy, just a bit stern," Mark explained to Kyle after dealing with Alex.

Kyle shook his head, indicating he was fine, but kept staring at Mark.

Is there something on my face? Why is Kyle looking at me like that?

Mark scratched his face awkwardly, unsure why Kyle was acting this way.

Wait! Alex just called me 'wife'.

Mark finally realized, covering his face in embarrassment, wanting to die.