Chapter 36

　　Last night, he went to bed too early. Marcus got up early in the morning, just before 7:00. Ethan was still sleeping; he got out of bed and showered. He was going to go out for a run downstairs, but in front of the elevator door, he ran into William, who was coming up the stairs.

　　William greeted him, and Marcus looked at his arm and asked, "You're going back today?"

　　"Uh, 9:30 flight. I just went to the cafeteria for breakfast, back to the room to pack my stuff, and then off to the airport."

　　Marcus nodded and pressed the elevator down button. William took two steps and suddenly stopped, turned back, and asked Marcus, "Arthur, are you and Ethan sincere?"

　　Marcus's heart was a bit unpleasant because he suddenly changed back to his name, but his tone was much colder because of the words he asked: "This is our private matter; it seems to have nothing to do with you."

　　William skimmed his lips, didn't ask any more questions, and turned to walk away.

　　William, a day early back, there was a project leader who had packed his bags in the lobby downstairs waiting for him. William's face was surprised, and he saw Marcus come here and then sighed. Marcus and their general manager's feelings were good; William silently listened and did not chime in to say the gossip of the project. The person in charge casually mentioned: "Before Marcus hurt his foot, the general manager goes on time to and from work to transport, and at noon, he also goes to send food. Can do so is quite rare."

　　William listened, glanced at his bandaged arm, then moved the previously injured foot without a trace and coldly laughed.

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　　Marcus went down for a run and came back. Ethan also just woke up at seven thirty; after a shower in the bathroom in the mirror to wipe his hair, he heard the sound of the door opening, did not turn his head, and asked directly: "You early in the morning, where have you gone?"

　　"Went down for a spin," Marcus asked, leaning against the bathroom doorway to look at him," Feeling better after your nap?"

　　"Well, I'm refreshed now and have no problem going to bed with you and rolling around."Ethan playfully said something ambiguous, raising an eyebrow at Marcus standing behind himself in the mirror.

　　After twelve hours of sleep, since he'd gone to bed at around seven last night, he was coming around, and if it weren't for the fact that he had a bunch of things to take care of today, he would have wanted to pull Marcus out of bed to practice what he'd just said.

　　Yesterday, he saw Marcus early this morning because he was too tired to say more. Finally, he was worried about his special for himself here. This feeling, let Ethan feel, is very heartwarming.

　　Marcus, however, was a bit speechless, "Can you be more serious? You're not done with your business yet, are you?"

　　"Well, there's still a busy day ahead of us today," Ethan said," You can go for a walk if you're bored all the time you're here, go down later and ask the front desk for a guidebook, go..."

　　"I'll join you," Marcus interrupted without hesitation," I'm not much fun alone."

　　Ethan smiled, counting it as acquiescence to his offer.

　　After that whole day, Marcus followed Ethan around, dealing with the fire's aftermath; the scene also followed back before the hotel opened not long ago. He came once because of official business, now burned to the ground is half recognizable before the appearance of the mess. However, there may be an involvement in the confidentiality of his company, and Marcus still couldn't help but ask Ethan: "How much money did you have to pay for the fire?"

　　"To build this hotel, Lyson invested a billion dollars, don't you think," Ethan said, a bit stifled.

　　"..."

　　Marcus thought for half a day and finally could only pat his shoulder, kindly consoled: "Money can't be earned; what is lost here can be earned back from elsewhere."

　　Ethan listened to him say so but was happy: "I did not see out. You also have the gift of saying cold jokes."

　　The company's loss of money is not his alone. Ethan's concern is certainly not this. Although it is a natural disaster, at this juncture, people will inevitably not take advantage of the topic. Marcus asked again, "Do you plan to cope with how?"

　　Ethan spreads his hands, "God set the fire; it can't all be on me."

　　Ethan had to deal with the finished things, and it was nearly dark. Their return flight was booked for the following afternoon. After leaving the rest of the stuff to the people below to do, Ethan was finally relieved. He pulled Marcus, who had been running around with him all day, to look for a local restaurant. Finally, they could sit down and have a good meal.

　　While Ethan looked at the menu, Marcus looked down at the travel brochure. Ethan thought seeing him like this was funny and asked, "Did you take this? I didn't see you go out today."

　　Marcus didn't raise his eyes and calmly answered, "Aren't we flying back tomorrow afternoon? You're done with your business; you've got all morning tomorrow."

　　"Figured out where to go?"

　　"The beach," Marcus said, finally, putting down the booklet in his hand," It's not fair; we can go there after dinner in a while."

　　N is a tourist city, and the sea is also very close and is the kind of sea without pollution. Marcus picked the location because it is far from the scenic spots, the night is even more sparsely populated, and the scenery is magnificent. The two borrowed a car to drive to the beach. In addition to them, there were no other people.

　　Waves in the night still surging, the two walked side by side on the beach, listening to the sound of the sea lapping; Ethan inclined his head to look at Marcus near the front of the sea breeze blowing the mess of the forehead hair, stopped in his footsteps.

　　Marcus looked up at him, puzzled, "Why did you stop?"

　　Ethan smiles and asks, "What made you think to come out here in the middle of the night?"

　　After a moment's pause, Marcus whispered,"...Remembered that beach we went to in England."

　　It had only been a few months since their first outing that interrupted the honeymoon, yet it felt as if it had been centuries long ago.

　　Ethan's eyes sparkled brightly, "Want to reminisce?"

　　"What?"Marcus was puzzled.

　　Ethan extended his hand towards him, "Dance."

　　Even without music, it was still possible to hold each other and spin to the sound of the waves, forehead to forehead, breaths meeting, and exchanging a kiss now and then.

　　After a long time, Ethan wrapped his hands around Marcus's shoulders, pressed his body hard against his own, pressed over, and kissed him deeply. Marcus cooperated and opened his lips. Ethan's breath instantly filled his mouth and invaded him forcefully, and when the tip of Ethan's tongue slipped over his palate, the thrill of wariness spread wildly.

　　Amid his intoxicated infatuation, a thin,unheardable murmur spilled from between the pressed lips, causing Marcus to lose his response completely.

　　"I love you."

　　Backing away and opening his eyes, he stared blankly at the person in front of him, who was smiling with love in his eyes but didn't seem to be telling a joke. Only after a long time did Marcus ask, almost unbelievably, "What did you say?"

　　The smile in Ethan's eyes grew a little thicker, and he raised his hand and thumb to wipe away the silver strands tugging at the corners of his mouth, repeating once more, "I love you."

　　The three words were spoken slowly and firmly. Seeing that Marcus was still in a daze, the corners of Ethan's lips rose, and he smiled and asked him, "Is that so surprising? You should have felt it already, right?"

　　When they had their first one-night stand by mistake, Marcus asked him afterward if he might have fallen in love with him just because they slept together once, and now, when he thought about it again, Marcus at that time was so frank that it made him feel adorable.

　　Marcus did not make a statement. His eyes narrowed lightly, and his deep gaze stared directly at Ethan instantly, as if he wanted to see through him.

　　Ethan, who had just confessed his feelings, stared at him and felt a little frightened in his heart. He clearly felt that he also had feelings for himself, but now, standing here, he also still felt that he was waiting to be judged, either in heaven or on earth.

　　"...I said before, if ever I fall in love with you, I will tell you truthfully; in fact, I have long wanted to tell you I love you; it's true, although maybe it's quite unbelievable, but I do fall in love with you."

　　Ethan slowly said that even though he is incredible, once upon a time, he always thought that Marcus, an unearthly nobleman, actually had a bunch of bad habits, a character so that people could not stand him, but really with him, and found that love is no reason.

　　After a long time, the corner of Marcus's mouth finally bloomed into a smile; I leaned over and kissed him again.

　　When Ethan pressed him into the car, Marcus still remembered to tell him, "This car is borrowed kindly."

　　Ethan tugged hard on his shirt, his low voice ringing in Marcus's, "Just wipe it clean later."

　　Marcus was helpless, thinking about how they seemed to play carny more often.

　　The temperature around him continued to rise as eager kisses landed one by one on top of his body, sweat mingling as Marcus closed his eyes a few times harder, feeling the sweat sliding down Ethan's forehead and fall onto his face, his body undulating as he saw the obsessively sensual look on the handsome face of the man pressing down on him,and the throbbing spread through his limbs for a split second.

　　Clasping his hands around Ethan's shoulders to pull him down,Marcus braced himself against his sweaty body and brought his lips to his ear,spitting out the words,"I love you too."

　　Without much reason,maybe from the day he hurt his foot,maybe even earlier,Ethan just dominated the spot in his heart and all else has been a cloud ever since.

　　Ethan stopped moving and his eyes widened in surprise,meeting Marcus'gaze,who smiled,"It's true...well..."

　　The next second he was too carried away by Ethan's intense movements to say another full word.