My Destined Lover

“Okay,” Laura answered.

Claire pointed to Marcus’ room and let Laura go upstairs.

Laura walked up, knocked on the door, and faintly heard the person inside say, “Please come in.”

“Hello, I’m …” Before the words were finished, Laura looked up with a smile, but was suddenly stunned when she met the dark eyes of the person in front of her.

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“You are the daughter of Mr. Taylor?” Marcus looked at her with a complicated expression.

“Yeah.” Laura lowered her head and made a nasal tone of voice. Her so-called fiancé was exactly the man she met on the train. But, this time, his face looked even plain.

“Please take a seat.” Marcus was lying on the bed when pointed to the sofa.

He had planned to find a random excuse to cancel this marriage today, but he had no idea that she was the person he was going to marry. But now, this was growing interesting.

“Although you look sick, I feel you do not look like the kind of person who is dying soon. You are pretending!” Laura spoke with certainty.

Marcus knew that Laura was good at medicine, but it was not easy to figure out that he feigned illness. She was a complicated woman. After all, his disguise could not even be detected by those famous doctors in New York who had been invited by Claire.

“Yes, I had to do this in order to avoid some unnecessary trouble. The one downstairs is my aunt, and you should keep an eye on her.” Since Marcus was been seen through, he didn’t deliberately hide the truth.

“So, you, the people in the city, are much more tired than people in the countryside,” Laura said as if she had seen a reign of terror in nobility.

“What about those people on the train before?” Laura stared at him and asked.

Marcus smiled but his eyes tinged with cold, “Those are the people who want to kill me. What’s wrong, are you afraid to be my fiancee?”

Laura pretended to be sounded serious, and said jokingly, “Yes, a little want to beat a retreat.”

“Don’t worry, I will protect you in New York.” Marcus seriously stared at the woman in front of him and said word for word.

“Great.” Laura smiled.

“You are poisoned?” Laura hit the mark with a single comment.

“Yeah.”

“What kind of poison is this?” Laura said to herself, thinking of what antidotes she had.

“Chronic poison, easy to put people to death when taken for a long time.” Marcus was afraid that Laura would worry and added, “It’s okay, I will solve it me.”

“Since I’m about to become your fiancee, helping you is my duty.” Laura took out something wrapped in newspaper from her bag and then handed it to Marcus.

Marcus took the item and accidentally touched Laura’s hand which made his fingertips shake abruptly.

When he retracted it, he stared at his fingertips and felt them get a little warm.

“Since you want to protect me, I will help you detoxify first.” Laura continued, “One pill per day.”

“Thank you.” Marcus knew that Laura’s medical skills were not bad, so he gladly accepted it.

“What is your name?”

“Laura.”

“I’m Marcus.”

After staying for a while Laura heard the maid calling, “I’ll be pushing off.”

“Well, see you next time.”

Marcus laid down on the bed and again pretended to look sick.

When Laura went downstairs, she saw Mrs. Taylor smiling and saying goodbye to Claire, “Okay, see you next time, Miss Brown.”

Laura glanced back at Marcus’s room on the second floor, then looked at Claire, “Aunt Brown, goodbye.”