Chapter 187 Seeing His Other Side

When Marcus rested his chin on Natalie's shoulder, he didn't move again. Annoyed, Natalie reached up and yanked his hair back hard. "Marcus, get off me." "You didn't… get drugged again, did you?" she asked sharply. It was the only explanation she could think of for why he was acting like this. "No," he murmured, his deep, raspy voice tinged with exhaustion. "No one drugged me." But something had upset him—that much was true. Not that he'd admit it. Their relationship wasn't close enough for him to share every little detail. He wanted to hold her purely because of the alcohol. He was chasing that fleeting memory of the crimson red scarf she'd worn once and the comforting scent she always carried. As he held her, taking in her soothing fragrance, the unease and irritation swirling in his chest began to calm. But Natalie wasn't letting up. Her grip on his hair was relentless, as if she were about to yank it all out. Marcus finally grabbed her wrist, his strong hand